A cry in the wilderness

A voice cries out in the wilderness: come out her my people come out!
For the time is near and the day is done,
it is time to come home, the race has been run,
and you my people will behold the glorified one,
the trumpet must sound for all to hear,
and the dead in Christ are about to appear,
come out of her my people,
for your redemption draws near.
A voice cries out!
Abraham! Isaac! Jacob!
David! Moses! Joseph!
Arise my people,
the promise fulfilled,
take your place in the land of plenty,
where all nations will come to be healed.
I came the first time sent by the great Creator,
to reconcile man to God the Father.
I now return as your King and brother.
rejoice! Be merry! For the harvest is ripe,
we will have a feast to you hearts delight.
Those that are left are broken and confused,
what happened to their world they ask,
they don’t know what to do.
Come out of her my people! Be My kings and priest’s
help your Brothers and sisters, to give comfort and to teach,
bring more sons and daughters to know the Lord,
show them the way, the truth, and the light,
and in the end everyone will win the fight.

Amen!