Who?
 
Who’ll be rising with me, when the ship comes in?
Who’ll be in that number, sails fill up with wind?
Who’ll be faithful, watching, when we see His face?
Who’ll be rising with me, when the ship comes in.
 
Who will then be chosen, lifted by His grace?
Who’ll be steeped in holiness, finishing the race?
Who’ll be listening for the trumpet bursting in the air?
Waiting as the blessed hope comes from over there.
We must not grow weary, as we wait for Him.
But keep our lamps now filled, fully to the brim.
Our faith in Jesus seals our fate, as we calmly wait
Remember He will be on time, not a day too late.
Join me now, be a part, rendering your heart,
Trust in Him, run to Him, He has done His part.
Don’t let sin, worldly din, or selfish human pride,
Keep you from His calling now, to be part of His bride.
 
 
© Gerald Moss