So much can be said
yet nothing understood
not as a human, not myself,
not unto ourselves
In the coming of the end
the climax of our days
leading to God
eternal, always.
Rising from the grave
as did the Christ
by God’s loving hand
the strength of His grace
Leading on, to the highest
heaven
only in this does
our life here make any sense.
Journeying only, on this
mortal coil.
the stuff of the earth
and made of the clay, the
dust,
Salt from the earth
salt must we stay
yet carrying God’s light
to show others the way.
All of us growing
if we spend time in the Word
Rising, abiding, work to do
in the vineyards, the fields
coming to the harvest
the judgment of God
Sowing our seeds, scattered,
that the harvest would be
greater
that the street of heaven
would be filled with all of
God’s children
eternally seated in the
courts of the Lord
Singing in heaven, with the
heavenly chorus
joyful noise ringing,
rising,
for all eternity
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edited June 29, 2014
Eternity – v2
March 14, 2011 and March 16, 2011
Eternity
written expressly for FaithWriters
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