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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1120989

This poem describes a plea during the scene of the saints being called home.

Forget me not- when the trumpet blows,
As the anticipation in fullness grows.
When the Lord descends with a shout,
The day they wonder who’s come about.

Forget me not- when they plead their salvation,
And you gather a long awaited congregation.
Every knee shall bow and every tear will fall,
When it comes from heaven- that angelic call.

Forget me not- as the promised day comes,
Alas, the nature of man will succumb.
It's inevitable that all kingdoms shall fall,
Glory be to the one, who defies them all.

Forget me not- when they meet in the sky,
Those saints who dreamed they could fly.
When it is, as it was in the days of Lot,
On this day, O Lord, forget me not.
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