Well you listen to the drummer
‘Cause he’s magic with his sticks
And you listen to the strummer
And his fancy guitar licks.
It’s the rhythm that invites you
To listen to the sound —
It will promise to delight you
And turn your mind around.
But the drumbeats and the soaring strings
Will someday disappear
And the only sound remaining
Will bring you joy or bring you fear
The trumpet will be speaking
And all other sounds will cease
It’s notes will sound like chains to some —
To others sweet release.
And a single sound that sounds like war to some
To some will sound like peace.
The way you hear the trumpet
Won’t depend upon your ear
It won’t matter if you’ve never heard
The sound will still be clear.
What counts is where you’re standing
When the sound invades the land
And the only place you will be safe and sound
Is in the Father’s hand.
So listen to the strummer,
Let the music move your feet.
And listen to the drummer
As he keeps a perfect beat.
But think about the trumpet
And the sound that it will play
When the leader says to heaven’s band
This is the judgment day!
Yes the drumbeats and the soaring strings
Will someday disappear
And the only sound remaining
Will bring you joy or bring you fear
The sound will wake the sleeping
And every eye will see
That Jesus Christ is coming back
To claim his victory
When the trumpet sounds the sound will clearly be
The sound of victory.
