Impromptu Hymn

Are you ready for the trumpets call?

For that glorius day is  comming soon, 

when this world will fade away, upon that clarion call.

The time is short my friend,

and judgement is near.

When it comes to the end,

will your soul be in the clear?

On that glorious morn,

when Gabriel blows the horn,

will you rise to meet your God,

or wish that you'd never been born?

To rise with the Saints, will be such a joy.

It's all quite simple, let me put it like this.

Tell Jesus you believe,

and Gods bliss you'll receive.

His requirement are few, but they are absolute.

Admit that you are a sinner, and lost in the worlds strife

Ask him to enter your heart and your life.

His love will enfold you and make you secure,

in a world where all else is impure.

So  the trumpet will sound with a note so devine,

When that happens, just put your hand in mine.

We will rise together, our Savior to greet

and lay our souls down at God's hallowed feet.

So this question I ask because I don't want you to fall,

Have you given Christ your all?