At the very Throne of God,
The Father...
 will say to The Son.
Go get My Church,
so that finally...
we will be one.

Up from His Throne,
The Son will rise to His feet.
Then the trumpet will sound,
as the sky retreats.

The Son will break,
in the eastern sky.
Then on to the west
in the blink of an eye.

Two walking, two talking,
two having fun.
In the twinkling of an eye,
there stands just one!

Before you can blink,
it will be too late.
As a once simple invitation ,
has become...a difficult fate!

Many will wonder,
while others painfully realize.
That Jesus Himself,
has crossed the sky's.

1 Thessalonians 4:16-17