On a Cloud

When the Trumpets Blow,
All Believers will Know,
In Twinkle of Eye, we Go,
To Stand in His Shekinah Glow.

On a Cloud
By Arley Steinhour 021715

With glint in eye, we watch the sky,
Expecting Bridegroom on a cloud,
On blowing of the Silver Trump, we fly
As Angels play, long, and loud.

'Days of Gentile' soon will end,
When Tribulation rules the day,
Once Church is 'round the bend,'
And 'Beast' can make his play.

If 'Left Behind,' there's seven years,
Of Prophesied life and Death,
'Hell on Earth,' quells all life Fears,
When Guillotine takes away one's breath.

Of course, there is another path,
To Eternity, for every mortal life's Ride,
Escaping all of God's Just-wrath,
By becoming His Son's Church, and Bride.

Confess all Sins, Repent your Ways,
Accept the Redemption price He paid,
To live with Him all of Heaven Days,
Accept your place in Him, full Staid.

AMEN