The Last Trumpet John Michael Talbot

At the last trumpet
We'll sing hallelujah
At the last trumpet
We'll be a lovely bride
At the last trumpet we'll sing
Hallelujah to the King
And be found faithful
In the tendin' of His vine

Let me tell my story

Once upon a time, there was a vineyard
A Father planted with a care so fine
And He left it to the care of His children
To bring forth fruits fit for His finest wine

At the last trumpet
They'd sing hallelujah
At thе last trumpet
They'd be His lovеly bride
At the last trumpet, they'd sing
Hallelujah to the King
And be found faithful
In the tendin' of His vine

Can't you see we are
The children of His vineyard?
And while His wine
Is His blessing to the earth
If we live life lookin'
For an empty blessing
Can't you see we'll taste
The fullness of His curse