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Copyright 2006, by Deean G. Strecker One morning my daughter came to me So sweet and yet so shy "Mama," she said, "it's time to get up, The sun woke up the sky." Years later, I'd reflect on those words, Seeking wisdom, I desperately yearned. I found more meaning in that little phrase; A lesson from which I leaned. One day we'll meet the Lord in the air, Preceded by a trumpet blast. After years of faithfully waiting for God He'll come for his bride at last. What will that final day be like? When the heavens are opened wide. When his flocks are gathered in the clouds To reign by our Saviors side. What a time of rejoicing that day will be! On the wings of the angles we'll fly Don't look for me, for I won't be here When the Son wakes up the sky. |
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