Sound of His Coming

I can hear the sound of His coming everywhere
In the headlines resounding by the score
It may be another earthquake or just another war
But to every child of God it’s something more

And when I hear the sound of marching
Hear the sound of battle cry
Then I know my Lord is coming
Even now it may be nigh

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And I can hear the sound of His coming everywhere
They’re getting louder and louder each day
And they’ll crescendo until the great and final sound
When the trumpet shall call me away

I can hear the sound of fig leaves
Rustling in the summer breeze
As I see the Lord restore Jerusalem
And I can hear a sound from heaven
As a rushing mighty wind
As God pours his spirit out upon all men

And I can hear revival sounds
Not just here but everywhere
Then I know it’s almost over
I can feel it in the air

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And they’ll crescendo until the great and final sound
When the trumpet shall call me away