The Rapture

The signs are here.
The time is near
The world is blind.
They will not hear
Heaven's trumpets soon will sound.
But many hearts are chained to die.
They chase the stars.
They search the skies.
Deceived by darkness, trapped in lights.
But when we're gone, they wonder why.
Calling in a great disguise
The king is coming.
Don't be late.
Turn to Jesus.
Don't look away
In a moment, in the air
The saints will rise, but will you be there?
Don't be left behind in fear.
The rapture's close
It's almost here
They'll call it signs to spread their lies.