Asas da Esperança

The headlines of the newspapers
Will really publish
In bold letters
That a different people
Disappeared from Earth
No one was found
All the press will say
It's not known where
How, nor why
Where are so many people
They will search, however
No one will be found
Homes missing relatives
Traffic jams, cars with no one
Factories stopped and shops closed
Without it being a holiday
Only those who don't know the Bible
Will waste their time searching in vain
Meanwhile, the disappeared people
Are already in Zion

Fly hope, fly on your wings
Take me to heaven
If life here is not so good anymore
I want to fly to meet God
Fly hope, fly towards
A new tomorrow
I'm arriving at the golden city
To the new Canaan

"And an angel took me in spirit and showed me
The great city. Its light was
Like a most precious stone
And it had a great and high wall all of
Jasper with twelve gates, and at the gates
Twelve angels. The city was all of gold and
There was the River of the Water of Life, and in the
Middle of the square the tree of life. There is no
Night, nor light, nor sun, because the
Lord God is the Light Himself."

Many homes will cry
Tears of blood and will wonder
Why only us
If the empty house in front?

Unwilling to believe, they will run to the temple
And will only find a handful of people
Skeptics crying their great pain
Only then will they realize
The rapture, such a real fact
They will wish for death
From south to north
And death will be restrained
They will cry to the mountains
In total despair:
"Fall on us!"
But the beloved church will be in glory
Resting in peace.