THE LAST TRUMPET

THE LAST TRUMPET

.....TOLU' ELUSIYAN

Arise oh dry bones

Listen to the sound of the horn

The rhythms of the trumpet

The last of its kind

Awake oh ye who slumber

Come forth from the darkness of the grave

All who lie low

For the trumpet screams from above

Look up

See the triumphant coming of the cherubim

Hear, the beautiful voices of the Seraphim

Acclaiming He

Who seats upon the throne

Hosanna they say
to the holiest of holies

Listen, all you nations

All you slaves and free born

Rich and poor alike

Pay attention

All ye Peoples

For it’s the dawn of justice

The dawn of a new beginning

A beginning without end

Hear the loud sound of the trumpet

The last of its kind

Announcing the day of harvest

A day when we all reap what we have sown

Woe to you

Whose crops the sun has dried up

Woe to you

Whose crops have been flooded by the sea

Alas!!! To you

Whose crops has been sold

For you shall account for every one of the seedlings

Here the loud sound of the trumpet

                                                                         ELUSIYAN FRANCIS