The last thing that I remember I think it was mid-December I rolled out of bed to take on another day Of bills to pay.
Oh, I should have noticed the signs When reading the morning headlines But all I could see was What mattered then and there Like what to wear.
Before I left for work, I kissed my wife and kids goodbye Then fumbling for my keys, My eyes were drawn up to the sky.
Sky is blackened, could it be a thunderstorm? It looks like rain. Wind is twirling, clouds are swirling. Could it be a hurricane?
I pulled myself together And said it was just the weather Cause I never dreamed it could be my final day To live that way. Yeah, I went to church on Sundays Believed there was only one way But when it began I guess I was in denial For just a while.
So, I turned on the radio to occupy my mind But as I drove to work, My thoughts were pulled back to the sky.
Sky is blackened, could it be a thunderstorm? It looks like rain Wind is twirling, clouds are swirling. Could it be a hurricane?
Then suddenly, the sun eclipsed And tremors struck the ground.
As brilliant light had split the sky I heard the trumpet sound.
Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah Oh, the angels sang Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah. Finally redeemed Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah. Prophecy fulfilled Jesus is revealed.
Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah Oh, the angels sang Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah. Finally redeemed Hallelujah, Halle-Hallelujah. Prophecy fulfilled Jesus is revealed.
Compositores: Christopher Dwight Harris (ASCAP), David N Phelps (David Phelps) (SESAC)Editores: Fun Attic Music (ASCAP), Soulwriter Music Company Inc (SESAC), Wordspring Music (SESAC)Publicado em 2008 (10/Set) e lançado em 2008 (01/Abr)ECAD verificado obra #4506719 e fonograma #1468254 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM