The Trumpet’s Call (song and lyrics)
The Trumpet’s call
In the hush before the harvest moon,
when shadows stretch and stars commune,
a sound arises, wild and high…
a trumpet tears the silent sky.
Not made of brass nor beaten gold,
but carved from horn in ages old,
its cry is raw, like wind through bone,
a voice from thrones beyond the known.
It calls the sleeping heart to wake,
to feel the tremble, let it quake.
It stirs the soul, it shakes the dust,
reminding flesh of fire and trust.
The trumpet calls the King to rise,
and saints to lift their weary eyes.
It sings of days not yet begun,
of battles won, of rising sun.
It does not speak in mortal tongue…
its language is both old and young.
A single note, yet full of lore,
it knows what came, and what’s in store.
A garden gate swings open wide,
the Bridegroom waits, the watchmen cry.
The trumpet’s voice: a breath, a flame,
that dares to speak the holy Name.
So hush now… listen, let it ring.
The sound you hear is summoning.
Not just a note, but a reply:
Your soul remembers how to fly.
So hush now… listen, let it ring
Time to convert and pray again… we are no gods… all sinners in need of Salvation…
let us humble our selves and bow … Honor the most High and the commandments :
you shall not kill, lie, steal, take the woman or men of another, falsely testify.
You shall not disrespect life, creation, innocents, eldery people and unborn ones.
There shall be no curse in your mouth, nor hate.
Remove the impurity and addiction from your midst.
Be mercyful and seek peace. Peace of heart and conscience.
For there comes a day that we shall all stand before the One,
and our thoughts, words and actions will be judged .
Repent!