A Thousand Years
A thousand years to Him are but a day
Not bound as we by mere constraints of time
The present, past and future they all play
As one their perfect harmonies sublime.
The Lord of all doth see with perfect eyes;
Alas, we mortals but with jaundiced view
Within His arms the soul can rhapsodize
In Ancient's song that ever will be new.
"Fear not", He says, "I come to you in peace;
I've paid your debt, receive this priceless gift;
Believe in Me, your soul shall find release;
My song of love can heal the deepest rift."
O, Prince of Peace, a symphony you bring;
Discordant once, Your praises now I sing.
Copyright 12/99, Denise Corbley Snyder
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