I hear the trumpets of the morning blowing
H W Longfellow
Play the day- no matter what you see coming your way
Play the day
Play it like you mean it
Put your soul in to it
Put your heart in to it
Breathe life in to it
No matter where you are or who the world tells you that you are
Play the day
For as long as you can
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It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet
is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be
raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed.
I Corinthians 15:52
