The Trumpets Sound

Oh Lord, when will your trumpets sound?

When will we soar to the uppermost heights of your presence?

You who have time in the palms of your hands, ready us to be the bride you desire.

Keep us in your ways oh Lord.

May we shout to the rooftops that you are our Lord and King?

Help us to be watchful and ready for your return.

Glean us like wheat Lord, that the best comes forth.

May we be full of the pure oil for you master of all living.

Design us to look like you, to reflect who you are.

Fine tune our ears that we can hear the sounds of heaven.

Beauty awaits us at the sounds of your approach.

Will you find a bride ready to join your holy eternity?

Shape us , fill us that your spirit lifts us to greater heights .

May the mountains cry out your name, when your holy trumpets sound.

All nature awaits the arrival of your majesty.

Blow the trumpet in Zion

Make a holy sound.

Call your children home.

The season of your harvest is at hand.

The trees bend at the moving of your wind.

May we arise to your holiness?

Watchful of your coming, and aware of your cry.

Help us to be ready Lord God most high.

May Jesus reign in all your fullness.

We declare the Lord most high rules and reigns over all creation.

Come, Lord Jesus, we await you.