Like no other, the trumpet blast is heard.
The sound of all the trumpets in the universe,
blowing at the same time...
From the highest pitch beyond reason,
To the most uncomfortable deep bass.
From the softest, almost inaudible sound,
To the loudest sound imaginable,
They all blow their trumpets together as one.
The earth trembles and shakes at the sound,
Men fall on their knees in fear and trembling -
And every thought is laid captive,
to what is coming.
The mountains are leveled, the valleys filled,
And there is no place to hide from the sound.
It is the sound of the Body of Christ together with
The hosts of Heaven all crying out with one voice,
"The day of the LORD is at hand..."
The earth is being prepared for that day,
The day of the return of it's Messiah (Saviour).
Those awaiting His return are crying out with one voice,
From the softest whisper to the loudest scream,
At the same time, with the same mind and heart,
with their voices beginning to sound out,
"Even so, come quickly Lord Jesus!"
Blow, trumpets! Blow!
