The sonnet draws from Matthew 24, depicting the end-time signs—wars, earthquakes, false prophets, famines, and lawlessness—as the world darkens. Amid this chaos, the gospel spreads globally, a light before the end. At an unknown hour, the rapture comes with a trumpet’s call, lifting the faithful to Christ in hope, offering escape and eternal comfort to believers watching for His return.

The wars and rumors echo through the air,
The earth in tremors groans beneath our feet,
False prophets rise, their words a cunning snare,
While famine’s shadow stalks where once was wheat.
The nations clash, the skies grow dark with dread,
Lawlessness reigns, and love begins to fade,
Yet gospel’s light through every land is spread,
A beacon bright before the final blade.
In sudden hour, none but God can know,
The trumpet sounds, the heavens split apart,
The chosen rise where clouds in glory flow,
Caught up in hope to meet the Savior’s heart.
So watch, dear soul, though chaos grips the day,
His coming steals the faithful swift away.