When All Prophesy Becomes History - Poem by Royston Allen
When all prophecy becomes history
then there will be no need for mystery.
When Christ has come like a thief in the night
and believing faith has turned to sight.
With a great command and a trumpet call
then the Lord will appear before us all.
As heaven opens wide and Jesus bursts through
coming to earth to collect me and you.
For then the Day of the Lord will be here.
and in the sky we will see Him appear
The promised Lord Jesus Christ will have come
to take the Christians with Him back home.
Then He will begin His eternal reign
when Christians have left this earthly plain,
Then forever with the Lord we shall be
secure in Christ for all eternity.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.
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