Saturday, September 18, 2004

Then He Comes

Written by Scott Wesley Brown

Standing on the edge of human history
Robed in white too bright for mortal eyes
Waiting to reveal the ageless mystery
Ready to roll back the eastern skies
Myriads of angels poised around Him
As His lightning steed prepares to ride the wind
And the chains of sin that never could confound Him
Are trampled as the victory march begins

chorus
then He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast He comes at last
To take His chosen home
Then He comes! He returns!
It's the end of time, and all war and crime is done
When He comes!

All creation waits in silent wonder
For the moment all will be made new
And with the growing sound of righteous thunder
The Kings of kings come swiftly into view

Chorus
Then He comes! He returns!
Then He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast He comes at last
to take His chosen home

When He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast He comes at last
To take His chosen home
When He comes! He returns!
It's the end of time, and all war and crime is done
When He comes!
When He comes!

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