When the last trumpet blows on Earth,
Will you be ready and waiting to go,
Will your garments be spotless white,
Like the first fall of snow?

When God is ready to open up His Book,
Will your name be written there,
Tell me my friend, do you believe it,
Or do you not even care.

But what about your family left behind,
Would you not want them in,
God’s sweet Glorious Heaven,
Where there’s no trace of sin.

Who is willing to pray for them,
That precious daughter or son,
If you don’t pray on their behalf,
Their soul may never be won.

When the last trumpets sounds,
The Mercy doors will then close,
The pleading or tears won’t matter,
It’s right now the Mercy flows.

Oh come to the Fountain, don’t delay,
Jesus is waiting for you,
To give you such peace within,
And make your life brand new.

Ann Hart©
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