His Resurrection Poem by bobby beddoe

Better than two thousand years past since the first Easter morn
A Man, many of the world today are content to scorn
Arose from being dead,
Then the Gospel got spread
Starting on the third day and untill Gabriel's horn!

So when Gabriel blows his horn on that last day;
Those that scorned and run astray here on earth they'll stay
And attend the seven-year tribulation,
While bearing this world's war-torn continuation,
The rest of us, well, we'll be raptured away!