At the end of the age
For those who believe
To see that heavenly place
The next to the last word is judgment
But the last word is grace
The faith that saved us,
Not our doing
But His own
A gift from Calvary
And the way
When we are collected
The wheat from the weeds
The good fruit
Cared for by the gardener
All along.
8/15/05 11:25. A poem inspired by the sermon, "The Last Word", preached by the Rev. Joel B. Guillemette from Romans 11:1-2a, 29-36 on the Thirteenth Sunday after Pentecost, August 14, 2005, at Wesley United Methodist Church in Concord, NH.
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