Set your eyes to the broken sky
and say good bye to those that said that you would never rise.
For there is no coming in the blink of an eye.
2000 years we’ve waited,
for that heavenly horn to sound
There is no hope for divine restoration.
still you believe,
Hoping that this world is not all there is to see.
Waiting for the trump to sound,
and his voice to call you home
