Each time;
Each time, I see you change in colour thoughts of rapture clouds my mind;
It encapsulates my heart, sink into my skull, and awakens my consciousness to the fact that one, one day we will all be taken, taken to a city full of Gold, the street are beautiful, beautiful than anything anyone can think of.

Each time you change in colour, I pray silently that I don't miss out from the clarion call, a call that takes one away from this wicked world, a world full of pains, sickness, enmity, tribulations, agony, tears, betrayal and all sort of atrocities.

Each time you change in colour
I become suddenly conscious of the trumpet, the trumpet that will only be heard by those who are connected to Christ, every single day of their life.
Those who dwells in the secret place of the most high daily, those who abide in his presence not those who visits.

Each time you change in colour, my heart skips;
Skips because sometimes my ways are not right and so it skips that I might miss out.

But I pray, I pray I won't miss out from this great day.

"THE CLOUD", each time it changes it colour, reminds me of rapture.

I hope you won't miss out?

I wouldn't want to live you here, I want to go with you, yes you, you that is reading this piece because I LOVE YOU but CHRIST LOVES YOU MORE.

REMAIN RAPTURABLE

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