Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Someday before our wanting eyes
He will rend these silent skies
The Rider with His host of light
Will end earth’s sad and weary plight
At last the object of our faith
Will become sight upon this earth
No pain or suffering anymore
Transported to another shore
No tear to ever dim the eye
No sad or disappointed sigh
They remain in sins dark sea
Where Death will weep eternally
This life is but a fleeting breath
In Him we will not suffer death
But in His perfect tender will
Every longing He’ll fulfill
In grand and heavenly courts above
Beneath the scepter of His love.
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All I have is a lousy cold!!
This morning I prayed for all
who suffer every day!!!