We all await the coming of Christ Jesus
I pray I wake from my earthly bed of dust
Men shall be released from death
Glory will one again fill the earth
Dry bones shall someday rise again
And those dead in Christ will love again
For paradise awaits the saints
Men found worthy on the last day
Somewhere above the endless sky
They will be given precious wings to fly
For many great men will fall
When the very last trumpet calls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Revelation takes a whole new meaning nowadays...Well written!