Sit back, find a comfy chair, grab a cup of tea.......then feel free to enjoy the poetry on this 'front porch'.This poetry is written first and foremost TO BRING GOD GLORY!!It reflects thoughts on life, love and God.May you be refreshed, encouraged, challenged and comforted....and leave with a new appreciation and joy in the mighty God we serve! God bless you and to Him be the glory, Janet Martin......
Friday, January 7, 2011
I Know We Can't Imagine....(Song Lyric)
The road down here is long, I know
It can be awful hard
The going can be sad and slow
And oh, we get so tired
But there is coming a sweet day
A day when we’ll behold
A land beyond this weary way
Where streets are paved in gold
I know, we can’t imagine
Just how it will be
When we get to Heaven….
And eternity……..someday
The night down here can be so long
When sleep evades our eyes
In its dark we toss and turn
And long for the sun-rise
But there is coming a sweet day
When night will be no more
For they say there is no night
On heaven’s blissful shore
I know we can’t imagine
Just how it will be
When we get to Heaven….
And eternity…….someday
This life is full of sorrow
And burdens we must bear
But in some near tomorrow
We will lay aside each care
For there is coming a sweet day
Where no tear dims the eye
For He will wipe each tear away
In the sweet by and by
I know we can’t imagine
Just how it will
When we get to Heaven…..
And eternity….someday
Eye has never seen it
Ear has never heard
The glory that is waiting
For believers of His word
Tongue can never tell it
But we know it is true
For God Himself has said
‘I have prepared a place for you….’
I know we can’t imagine
Just how it will be
When we get to Heaven….
And eternity….someday
Oh how glorious it will be….someday
Janet~
In My father’s house are many mansions,
If it were not so I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you
And if I go to prepare a place for you
I will come again and receive you unto Myself
That where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:2-3
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