Most any day, a sound will be made
That's never been heard before.
And when it's made, it will burst open the grave
Of everyone that went to sleep, in the lone.
And those that remain, in a moment will be changed.
On this cloud there'll be our savior,
King of Kings, Lord of Lords, God's son.
Rising up his church, to join him.
Oh Hallelujah, eternity has begun.
Now when his glorious church, leaves a simple world