The marketplace
is empty,
No more traffic
in the streets;
All the 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.
O, the King
is coming,
The King is
coming,
I just heard
the trumpets sounding,
And now His
face I see.
O, the King
is coming,
The King is
coming,
Praise God,
He’s coming for me!
It made me think of this group, as well. The band was called, The Call
and the song was called Turn a Blind Eye
"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust."
Psalm 91:1,2
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