The Trumpet Blast

Hear the sound of the trumpet blast,

Now, I have nailed My colours to the mast.

I have made My plans and spoken My decrees,

Everything is ready, and I AM releasing the keys.

Keys that I have given to My faithful ones,

To those that I have chosen, My daughters and My sons.

To go into the world, their lives, to Me, submitted,

To cause the enemy to be outwitted.

For this is their purpose and their place,

To look and behold My loving face.

To hear My instruction and follow My lead,

I have spoken; my angels have been freed.

The time has come, My beloved, to shine brightly.

Holding the things of the world so lightly.

To do the things I did … and the more,

And I will gladly of My Spirit pour.

For this is the time that Malachi foretold,

We are indeed on that momentous threshold.

Elijah is coming before that great day dreadful comes,

Turning the hearts of the fathers to the daughters, the sons.

And the children turn to their fathers their hearts

Then, the judgement of the wicked starts.

Justice and God’s wrath manifested,

For creation has indeed the Almighty tested.

No more will Satan tempt and rule,

My brave, faithful one shining as a jewel.

The trumpet is sounding, bringing things to a close,

Satan and his army, captured and deposed.

No more sin, sickness, suffering and pain,

My children never having to go through that again.

For I have prepared in My house a place,

Where they will forever behold My face.