dark as pitch,
I drive along the spine
of the Ozarks ridge
no other car on the road
not a soul in sight

but me

I suddenly wonder

did I miss the heavenly trumpet
have the righteous risen up
soaring into the air
exchanging their earthly
for heavenly robes
sparkling white
washed clean
in the Blood of the Lamb

and I am left

turning towards home
the headlights catch you
standing in the doorway
illuminated by the light
and I know
I will remain


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