Children, My Children, I'm Calling

Children, My children I'm calling,

I'm calling, O please can't you hear?

I'm sounding a trumpet to tell you I'm coming

I'm coming for those I hold dear.

But why O why won't you listen?

“The signs of the times” are all here;

The harvest is ready, it is now very late--

You've been warned, I'm soon to appear.

Children, My children get ready,

Put on your clean garments of white;

Repent of your sin and put on your robe,

Get ready to rise in the night.

I give you My gifts of betrothal,

They are the bread and new wine.

Come get them today that you go not astray

I want to save those who are Mine.

I’m sounding the trumpet, My Children,

The world, flesh and devil must flee;

I'm returning for those who are waiting,

Look up, keep your eyes fixed on Me.

I love You, My Bride My beloved,

I died to give you my all.

The earth may be dark, but of it you're not part,

So listen today for my call!

(c)Doreen Palmer, 2008