When The Trumpet Sounds Poem by Katie Figueroa
When The Trumpet Sounds
When the trumpet sounds
We'll rise to meet Him in the air.
When the trumpet sounds
We'll rise to meet Him over there.
No more tears or sorrows
Will we ever have to bear
No more pain or agony up there.
Oh, Lord, our journey's over
Yes, we'll rise to meet Him over there.
No more crippled, blind, or lame
For the Lord will make us whole
In body, mind, and soul.
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