What will it be like.

What will it be like on the day that You come.
Will I be sitting, twiddling my thumbs.

Will the Heavens open up with a loud clamp of thunder.
Will I stand there in awe, speechless full of wonder.

Will I see You from where ever I am,
even if I have my head in the sand.

O' what a Glorious day that will be,
the whole earth bowing down on their knees.
All eyes looking up, and seeing You return,
all tongues in harmony, "It's the King, He's returned"


What will it be like on the day that You come.
Will I be sitting, twiddling my thumbs.

Will I be at work, proclaiming Your Name.
Will I be one that's given a new name.

Will I have continued to striving for the finish,
of this great race, to help You save the many.

O' what a Glorious day that will be,
the whole earth bowing down on their knees.
All eyes looking up, and seeing You return,
all tongues in harmony, "It's the King, He's returned"


Come Lord Jesus.

Richard.