June is busting out all over, everything is in bloom.
The harvest is ready, we are going to meet the groom.
No time to totter in fear or dread in anguish and despair.
Glean and gather quickly, arise to meet Him in the air.
June is busting out all over, fields white and waiting.
The Master is calling reapers from a far, anticipating.
Time as we know it will come to an end, it will run out.
As trumpet sounds the final call, we'll arise with a shout.
June is busting out all over, the appointed time is here.
The emptying of the sand, in the hour glass is very near.
We can hardly wait as we stand on the brink of this plan.
Eagerly yearning for the fulfillment of what God has, for man.
 
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