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Description
In the twilight of a crimson sky,
As stars emerge, and day bids goodbye,
A trumpet sounds, resounding clear,
Announcing a moment both far and near.
A chorus of angels begins to sing,
Their voices echoing, taking wing,
As souls arise, in awe and wonder,
Their hearts now free from earthly plunder.
The righteous ones, both young and old,
Embrace the joy, their faith foretold,
Their bodies transformed, glorified,
In the rapture's bliss, they now reside.
With arms outstretched, they reach the skies,
No more pain, no more goodbyes,
In the presence of the King of Kings,
They raise their voices, and heaven sings.
The earth below, now left behind,
As they ascend, their souls entwined,
In ecstasy, they soar and rise,
To meet their Savior in the skies.
Oh, what a sight, a wondrous sight,
As darkness fades, and hope takes flight,
The rapture's call, so long foretold,
Now realized, a story bold.
So let us strive, with faith and grace,
To run the race, and seek His face,
And when that day dawns, pure and bright,
May we be counted among the flight.
For in that moment, our souls set free,
We'll join the angels in harmony,
And sing the song of ascension's call,
In praise and worship, one and all.

Description
In the twilight of a crimson sky,
As stars emerge, and day bids goodbye,
A trumpet sounds, resounding clear,
Announcing a moment both far and near.
A chorus of angels begins to sing,
Their voices echoing, taking wing,
As souls arise, in awe and wonder,
Their hearts now free from earthly plunder.
The righteous ones, both young and old,
Embrace the joy, their faith foretold,
Their bodies transformed, glorified,
In the rapture's bliss, they now reside.
With arms outstretched, they reach the skies,
No more pain, no more goodbyes,
In the presence of the King of Kings,
They raise their voices, and heaven sings.
The earth below, now left behind,
As they ascend, their souls entwined,
In ecstasy, they soar and rise,
To meet their Savior in the skies.
Oh, what a sight, a wondrous sight,
As darkness fades, and hope takes flight,
The rapture's call, so long foretold,
Now realized, a story bold.
So let us strive, with faith and grace,
To run the race, and seek His face,
And when that day dawns, pure and bright,
May we be counted among the flight.
For in that moment, our souls set free,
We'll join the angels in harmony,
And sing the song of ascension's call,
In praise and worship, one and all.