All it takes is faith, real faith
and there is no darkness, no fear
in the coming judgment, the winnowing fork
the fiery furnace, the final gleaning
no threat, no challenge,
Just joy, at the coming, the revelation
the revealing of the glory of the Lord
the new age dawning before us
the wait over for all his people, the ones
called by name, by the trumpet blasts
Hearing our Master’s voice, seeing
the face of our brother, our savior
walking with him into the new Jerusalem
finding our home, in the kingdom
Walking the streets of gold,
finding the saints what walked before us
Let it come!
November 11, 2006 15:24
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,780+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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