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I'm going, my wife
To prepare a place for you
Said the Lord
I will return with thousands of angels
To take you with me

My wife, my beloved
When will be the husband
The great moment
That you will come
The great moment

Oh, you will know
You will hear of wars
Earthquakes everywhere
Famines and plagues
And great corruption

And the fig tree will bloom
When you see
My people of Israel
Surrounded by
Enemies trying
To bring it down

Then you will know
That at the gates
I am church
Beloved prepared
Because I will come and not delay
And the dead who
Slept because of me
Will awaken
And even though I am there

In the depths of the sea
All together we will celebrate
The heavenly weddings
That with great joy
I prepared for you says the Lord
Come, Lamb, come Lord
Come, come Lord

When you see
My people of Israel
Surrounded by
Enemies trying
To bring it down
Then you will know
That at the gates
I am church

Beloved prepared
Come, Lamb, come Lord
Come, come Lord
I will return with thousands of angels
To take you with me