Behold, I tell you a mystery;
we will not all sleep,
but we will all be changed,
in a moment, in the
twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet;
for the trumpet will
sound, and the dead
will be raised imperishable,
and we will be changed.
For this perishable must
put on the imperishable,
and this mortal must
put on immortality.
(Ref. to 1 Corinthians 15: 51-53)
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