Early once again...
Shadows are not quite yet as the sun has not peeked over the horizon...
and as I watch, I think of something else that is looming...
My hands, they comfort one another
as I yet await...
my feet await command from me
to specify their gait...
my ears, they tingle as I long,
instruction, to receive...
mine eyes are fixed upon the east
for that which I believe!
My hope, my hope, a promise, yea,
and more and more each day!
Anticipation, it will cease
and I will fly away!
Away into the Heaven that
He made for us by hand
where is treasure without measure-
o what Gloryland!!
Awake, o trump of Gabriel
to sound upon His word
once the Father, Son and
Holy Spirit have concurred!
We await and we prepare
to meet Him in the air,
then, with the Tri-une evermore,
to celebrate and share!
That sound is closer than we think.
His Word tells us to be prepared for it at all times. However, my spirit bears witness of its urgency with excitement!
Can you feel it?