Trumpets of Angels
The world has been cruel,
The people are unkind,
They walk around aimlessly, never knowing how blind, never knowing the time, never knowing our lord, Who's love, is what we cherish or love so dear?
Oh its heartbreaking, our hearts, they ache.
When suddenly the gates to Jerusalem, began to shake! They rumbled, They grumbled, then swung away!
Blinded by the brightness of such light,
in return we heard such a magnificent roar! Traveling through the valley, oh through the hills and yonder, miles, and miles, farther away, until all could hear such roaring, we trembled in fear,
Then came loud trumpets, the bell ringing, Sirens of Angels,
It was the most glorious of scenes,
We have never witnessed such things!
"Make way the lord has come again"
Our lord has come again!
Make way! Our lord has come! He's come! Our lord has come! Our lord, he's here!
Some would disappear,
The others we're left behind.
The world was in darkness,
Returning only once again with quickness bursting with light,
The world returned, his kingdom come, earth was in heavenly delight, gardens of roses, fields of grains, rivers that flowed through thick lush green valley ways.
The days were joyful, the nights were painted with stars, they were so brilliant, so bright, surrounded by beauty, truly captivating our imaginations, Into our wildest, most magnificent of dreams.
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