The King is Coming!!!
In the early hours of morning while the little man in my arms surrendered to sleep, a dream played on. The dream itself wasn't one of great length or much excitement. As a matter of fact, it only went so far before reaching a certain spot and there it stayed. Normally I wouldn't have paid such a small, "insignificant" dream much attention, I almost didn't this one either. Until...a voice spoke soft into the ear of my heart "Do you think that maybe this dream means something?" So soft and quiet that had the traces of sleep not remained so heavy and deep I would have missed it entirely. A meaning? Truth bloomed quickly as the realization that the dream hadn't been the product of last night's pizza, nor was it insignificant took root. The dream meant something. It had a message, in a song. The song from the dream sang on and on inside. It's still singing loud. The small dream of the early morning hours contained a very large message, one needing spoken and shared, The King is Coming. The King is Coming! Praise God! He's coming for me.
Praise God, He's coming for me.
The market place is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All builders tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the Courtroom no debate
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes through the gate.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
All the railroad road cars are empty
As they rattle down the tracks
In the newsroom no one watches
As machines type pointless facts
All the planes veer off their courses
No one sits at the controls
For the King of all the ages
Comes to claim eternal souls.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Happy faces line the hallways
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended
Those from prison He has freed
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand stand all aglow
Who were crippled, broken, ruined
Clad in garments white as snow.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpet
Spell the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now enfolding
Heaven's grandstand all in place
Heaven's choir now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Praise God
He's coming for me!
"The King Is Coming" is by Bill Gaither.
Praise God, He's coming for me.
The market place is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All builders tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the Courtroom no debate
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes through the gate.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
All the railroad road cars are empty
As they rattle down the tracks
In the newsroom no one watches
As machines type pointless facts
All the planes veer off their courses
No one sits at the controls
For the King of all the ages
Comes to claim eternal souls.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Happy faces line the hallways
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended
Those from prison He has freed
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand stand all aglow
Who were crippled, broken, ruined
Clad in garments white as snow.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpet
Spell the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now enfolding
Heaven's grandstand all in place
Heaven's choir now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace.
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
And now his face I see
Oh, the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God
He's coming for me!
Praise God
He's coming for me!
"The King Is Coming" is by Bill Gaither.
