-
To justify me before the Almighty,
showing how much He really loves me.
Sinful my flesh, made out of dirt.
Began molding me, a prelude to birth.
My destiny, eternity.
Jesus prepared a place for me.
Trusting in Him, He's leading me.
Jesus prepared a place for me.
A place of bright light,
my mansion in sight.
I smile large, here free of charge.
Acknowledging Him,
My tongue sings His praise.
Creator, The Savior,
relieved of Earth's maze.
Among the angels glory I see,
Jesus stops by to visit me.
Penned by
~ Stuart Deutsch ~
West Fargo ND USA
© copyright, 2003 (all rights reserved)
Authors Comment:
"The flesh has died,
my spirit lives in Heaven.
Sometimes
it is so easy to ponder what it will be like up there.
This is my attempt at
doing so.
God Bless!"
Email Stuart Deutsch
||More Christian Poetry||
Vote
Page Design © Copyright RWGraphics 2000-2010 (All rights reserved)
used with permission by Love Poetry Cafe'
Artwork "Unknown"
|
|