The Sacred Promise Of Resurrection Poem by Asim Baadshah

When trumpet's call will pierce the air,
The sleepers rise from earth's despair.
The dust shall stir, the bones shall stand,
Arising by the Lord's command.

The seas will surge, the mountains fall,
The sky will crack, obeying all.
No secret deed shall stay concealed,
For every truth will be revealed.

The hearts will tremble, eyes will weep,
As records wake from silence deep.
Each soul shall face what it has sown,
Before the Throne, the Judge alone.

Yet mercy vast as ocean's span,
Awaits the faithful, blessed plan.
For those who bowed, believed, obeyed -
A Garden where no fears invade.

~ Asim Baadshah