Snatched Away
By George Thurlow
Oh the time is coming,
The day so very near,
The sounding of the trumpet
Shall call us out of here.
That awaited blissful moment,
The hope throughout the years,
Is suddenly upon us
At the portal He appears!
Christ descends from heaven
With a mighty shout.
The archangel blows the trumpet;
It's time to snatch us out.
The watchful wait is over.
The command's so loud and clear:
"Come up hither" is the cry;
Saints the time is here.
Then no earthly gravitation
Will ever hold us down,
For in the twinkling of an eye
We'll tread on higher ground.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-18
1 Thessalonians 4:16-18
16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
18 Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
18 Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
