CHILDREN RISE

There's a gentle Autumn breeze

blowing thru the trees

and the multi-colored leaves

are falling down

There's a feeling in the air

that never has been there

and the presence of God's Spirit

everywhere

Tears of joy flood my eyes

as I search the Eastern skies

My ears now strain to hear

that trumpet sound

I can hear it in the wind,

Jesus comin back again

I can almost hear him saying

children rise