George Paul, Mikhail Bennett His Grandson — The Rapture

The signs are here.
The time is near
The world is blind.
They will not hear
Heaven's trumpets soon will sound.
But many hearts are chained to die.
They chase the stars.
They search the skies.
Deceived by darkness, trapped in lights.
But when we're gone, they wonder why.
Calling in a great disguise
The king is coming.
Don't be late.
Turn to Jesus.
Don't look away
In a moment, in the air
The saints will rise, but will you be there?
Don't be left behind in fear.
The rapture's close
It's almost here
They'll call it signs to spread their lies.
Say we vanished in the night.
Aliens took them.
They will cry.
But truth was shining in their eyes.
The word was spoken clear and true.
But hearts were hard rejecting you.
Now the door is closed.
So and mercy fades into the night.
The king is coming
Don't delay.
Turn to Jesus.
Don't look away
In a moment in the air, the saints will rise, but will you be there?
Don't be left behind in fear
Raptur's close.
It's almost here
Every knee will bow one day, but for some it's far too late.
Choosing now before the call
Will face the wrath
The judgment falls.
The king is calling
Hear his voice.
This is love
You have a choice
One last chance to make it right
Before we're gone
Into the light