Imagine riding on the clouds;
amidst rays of purest sunlight.
Everything around you gleams;
against an azure sky shines your robes of purest white.
Feel the love of the Father;
Engulf you as he draws you near.
Express your dreams and desires;
as He inclines a loving ear.
Sat on the white horse is the rider, his army ready for war;
He rides into battle and speaks his word until the enemy is found no more.
Eyes ablaze like fire and followed by a multitude in white as pure as snow
He rides forth with a shout to close the age and defeat the foe.
At Armageddon the scene is set for this holy and glorious appearing;
The ground trembles with the roar of the enemy’s artillery that the ear is now hearing.
The armies of the Earth have gathered in defiance to oppose the lamb and to lie in wait
Even though it has been written that the sword from the Lord’s mouth will swiftly seal their fate.
