When the trumpet blows loud, when it sounds in the sky,
It will happen so quickly—in the blink of an eye.
The dead will rise up. Yes, they’ll be awake,
With bodies that never can wither or break.
Those who are living will also be changed.
In a flash, in a moment—it’s already arranged.
Our old, perishable bodies will fade right away,
And new ones will shine and forever will stay.
No more aches or tears or worries or fears,
For life will go on through endless years.
Our bodies will wear robes white and new—
Immortal, unshakable, perfectly true.
So let his people dance. Be ready, be spry.
It comes in a twinkling, the blink of an eye.
The trumpet will sound on that glorious day.
Living with Jesus, we’ll be going his way.
