Behold, You come with the host of saints who have gone on before. You appear at the trumpet’s call. Let us not seal up this prophecy, Lord, for the time of your coming is near. Bright and Morning Star, your beloved say, “Come.” Let the ones who are thirsty come and partake in the waters of life without price. You are our anointed One, the Holy One, the Savior. I pray in your name above all names, Jesus, according to the good and perfect will of the Father. Amen.
“The sound of a tumult is on the mountains as of a great multitude!The sound of an uproar of kingdoms, of nations gathering together!The Lord of hosts is mustering a host for battle.” (Isaiah 13: 4 ESV)