Trumpet's Call

I stand here in the silence,
Waiting for the trumpet's call,
To signal the end of days,
And the final curtain fall.

I listen for the sound,
Of the trumpet's mighty blast,
To announce the coming King,
And the end of all that's past.

I feel the tension building,
As the world holds its breath,
Anticipating the moment,
Of life or eternal death.

I know not when it will come,
But I wait with eager heart,
For the trumpet's call to sound,
And the end to finally start.

So I stand here in the silence,
With hope and faith in my soul,
Waiting for the trumpet's call,
To finally make me whole.