When The World Ends

When the world ends where will I be?
Where will I go? Who will I see?

My mind would be racing, my heart all aflutter,
my legs would be shaking, my skin like butter.

Where would I live? How old would I be?
Would stars fall from the sky and dry up the sea?

I wonder if I would see the coming cloud in the sky
and in my amazement, run away and hide.

My dad always tells me that God will return
but when will He get here? Is that my concern?

Although the End of Days will test my faith
I would lay down my life in any case.

The sky would darken, the moon turning red
everything would be havoc, people jumping out of bed.

Arms will be flailing, shouting heard all around.
The stars would be shaking, ready to come down.

The horn would be loud, sounded for everyone to hear,
"Don't worry, My people, there's nothing to fear."

One will be in the field the other taken
One will be at the mill the other taken.

Bodies will disappear, clothes left behind,
there will be much confusion and people to find.

Soon enough the beast will come.
The red dragon will make disappear the sun.

Will you be the one who is taken,
the one left behind, or the one who's aching?

Will you hear from your family and make sure they're fine,
or will you be the only one left behind?

The fear you will feel when God is gone,
how you will tremble when you don't see the sun.

I know I will be ready when I see
the coming of the cloud, the Messiah on his seat.

But when the world ends where will I be?
Where will I go? Who will I see?

My mind would be racing my heart all aflutter
my legs would be shaking my skin like butter.

Where would I live? How old would I be?
Would stars fall from the sky and dry up the sea?