The world at post
Husbands for wives, brothers for sisters.
But you are no where insight
Rumours of rapture
News of death
Your absence visible
But we refuse to believe you are dead
No! You’ve been raptured.
So early in the morning
So early with the king.
Behold her in white robes.
Beautifully adored
With angels as guide.
The day of our reunion,
Still yet unknown.
Your living abode no longer here.
The sky with our Maker and King.
Raptured but not dead.
Angel but not human.