Up and Gone Away a poem from Nov 2010

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Up and Gone Away



Up and Gone Away, gone away --
One of these days and it won't be long, we'll be gone.



We'll be gone, gone away, in a twinkling of an eye.
Caught up, so fast we'll not even be able to say goodbye.



But my friend, I'd like for you to go with us, come and go with us.
We'll be leaving soon, my dear, so you must make your choice, make it soon, for already the clouds are arising --



We'll be leaving in the clouds, caught up and snatched away.
Never again, will we warn you, never again will you see us, if we've by then not persuaded you from this world to turn away.



My dear friend, I love you, you know it's true.
You've listened to me as I've told you of His abiding grace, mercy and love, why my friend, have you never yet for yourself accepted His love.



My dear, He died for you, He laid His life down.
Paying in full for all our crimes, extending to us a gift, a crown'"



A crown of life purchased, price paid in full.
My dear this world is fading fast, soon I'll be gone away, to Heaven a place that's never dull.



I want you to come and go with me.
I want you to be free.



Free from the bond that to death your soul is tethered and tied.
My dearest friend, as I prayed for you tonight my soul has cried.



You see my dear friend, the trumpet will soon sound.
Already the air is heavy, as the one who will blow the final trumpet has begun to walk this way, soon the arch angel will stand steady, and still, on the solid ground.



Standing still, standing steady, the trumpet will be lifted the final call will ring loud, will ring clear.
My dear friend, for you my heart does tremble and cry, as already the footsteps approaching I hear.



Listen my dear, listen my friend, there is but one way, one way.
Only one way through Heaven's gate, and my dear friend, that way it is through the only door.



The door my dear friend is through the blood of Jesus Christ, there is no other way.
There is no salvation outside of Jesus Christ, my dear friend, will you not hear today.



Listen my friend, listen carefully, and hear my words, for soon I'll be gone.
My dear friend He's coming again, He's coming soon, and it's not gonna be long.



Listen carefully, can you not hear the steps of the final trumpet player, they are steady and strong.
My dear, friend, please remember, please hear and accept the only one who has the ability to forgive all wrong.



Listen to the music, listen to the words, and sing the songs, but my friend please take time to comprehend, take time to give your heart away.
Take time to know the one who came, who lingered and died, that your ransom note and mine might be fully paid, that we might enter in to Heaven leaving behind torment and disarray --



I'll be leaving soon, leaving soon; I can already hear the final trumpet's tune.
My dear friend, please listen to my final words, because my dear without His full covering you'll forever live in the fires of ruin.



My heart cries for you as I see you sing of who you do not know.
My dear, my heart cries for you as I know you've not comprehended soon all His children will go.



My dear if you wish to Heaven to go, then you must be born again, you must fully accept His finished final work, His amazing grace.
My dear, He's already won this race.



Sing the songs; listen to the music of a sweet melody.
But my dear, please take time to comprehend of what you sing, that you may be free --