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The Dawning Hour

I’m listening to a whisper,

Drifting on the wind.

A call that I can hear,

Just beyond the bend.

A melody that’s playing,

A sweet and simple song.

A knowledge in the question,

Where do I belong?

Jesus Christ is coming,

I hear His mighty cry.

He’ll stand upon a cloud,

Above us in the sky.

He’ll call to all His children,

Saying, follow Me.

To everyone who listens,

His love will set them free.

In the dawning hour,

He’ll take His children home.

We’ll all sing Hallelujah,

When we no longer roam.

I’m feeling every movement,

A vast and steady quake.

I’m trusting in His power,

Watching every break.

I almost hear the choir,

Of angels on a cloud.

Envisioning the faces,

Of His adoring crowd.

Jesus Christ is coming,

I hear His mighty cry.

He’ll stand upon a cloud,

Above us in the sky.

He’ll call to all His children,

Saying, follow Me.

To everyone who listens,

His love will set them free.

In the dawning hour,

He’ll take His children home.

We’ll all sing Hallelujah,

When we no longer roam.

Rising from the ashes,

Ascending to His side.

His hand extended downward,

To His awaiting bride.

Forever are they altered,

The one’s He leaves behind.

Focused on the heavens,

For they’re no longer blind.

~In the dawning hour,

He’ll take His children home.

We’ll all sing Hallelujah,

When we no longer roam.~

All my love,

~Kat

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