We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| The trumpet call to leave the Earth is for the redeemed, who know new birth. Is this the day, that He will come or add we to our lives a sum? The trumpet makes its music known at His behest, Whose is The Throne. We wait the call, that some fine day We stand before Him, and obey. Salvation is in Christ Alone, Who paid the price to sins atone. The trumpet beckons His Own bride to sit fore’er by His Dear Side. We thank Him for the Trumpet Feast, The One, Whom rode on lowly beast, that brought Him to Jerusalem, where He would die and rise again. The Feast of Trumpets will some day proclaim the news, “We’re called away to live with Him forevermore to know His wedding feast’s great store.” by Jay O’Toole on October 3rd, 2024 |