On a day like any other will hear an uproar in the sky
And a voice like many waters calling the faithful
Imagine how beautiful it is when the day expected to arrive
And the face of the King on high to contemplate

Suddenly the trumpet begins to sound
And the voice of the Lord by the holy call
And the church gathered prá glory begins to fly
Everyone asks what we will be disappearing everywhere
And in the midst of despair as no one can explain.

Choir
Is the King, King's so beautiful, beloved King, blessed King
He comes dressed as King comes with his angels
This is the King of kings

He comes to pick us up at the sky will lead us
And the church will sing for joy. (2x)

On a day like any other will hear an uproar in the sky
And a voice like many waters calling the faithful
Suddenly the trumpet begins to sound
And the voice of the Lord by the holy call
And the church gathered prá glory begins to fly
Everyone asks what we will be disappearing everywhere
And in the midst of despair as no one can explain.