I wondered when I was younger how it would feel to be raptured. Would I be caught up in a whirlwind? Would I be sailing through the sky? Would my feet no longer touch the ground? I now know that being raptured simply means you turned a page, you turned a leaf in the booklet called eternity. You may not know me when you see me. I look ten years younger now. I have moles that all have faded, and my frown line disappeared. I may seem a lot more easy, much more willing to relent. I may also seem more focused, and more happy, all through Lent.
All in all, the rapture-ready may have taken the first prize, but there still is second place, and even third, and fourth, and tenth. Will you stop the racing now, or are you racing to the end, still determined to place second, third, or fourth, or even tenth. I know that in the end, God Almighty will amend any statute or decree that will give him one more friend. He will twist and he will turn it to find one more legal hole, so the faithful can be raptured and eternity made whole. Will you come into the fold that eternity be whole? Will you tell him that the rapture should for one more day unfold?
Heaven's gates are always open, heaven's singing always heard. When the rapture is forsaken, only hell's dark thunder is heard. Will you come into the fold that eternity be whole? Will you tell him that the rapture should for one more hour unfold? I will tell him if you ask me, that the rapture should not end. But I know he'll have to end it, so the faithful can defend. It is they who must defend, so that earth's legacy won't end. It is they who'll have to tell him when the rapture should end. It is they who must be raptured when the pain cannot be borne, when the rapture is the only thing that seals them to the Lord.