 Thundering
On the horizon I can
hear thundering.
On the horizon I can
see roiling clouds.
On the horizon I can
feel His presence.
The horses are stamping
their feet.
The righteous are
waiting impatiently.
The angels stand at
ready.
All heaven is
anticipating
The day the trumpet
will resound,
And our mighty Savior
rides forward
To gather in His own.
On that day believers
will rise
To meet the Shepherd in
the sky.
He’ll draw them
from the grave so dark
And from far below the
sea.
From the living
He’ll snatch them
From their daily cares.
He will clothe them in
purest white
And give them a royal
crown.
He will return to
heaven then
And invite one and all
To the marriage feast
of the Lamb.
What a glorious day
that will be!
It’s coming ever
closer with each passing moment.
While here on earth we
wait,
Our eyes turned toward
heaven
And our ears tuned to
the thundering
Of His galloping steed!
By: Ann Martin
August 26, 2002
 
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