Thursday, 12 November 2009


I will hear His cry
Calling me away
I will rise
To the skies
Evermore to dwell on high -
Will it be today?

I will see His face
Filling me with bliss.
What delight
In the sight
Of the Man who came in grace:
Where is hope like this?

And I shall be changed
Suited to His love.
As is He
I shall be
As the grace of God arranged,
Home with Him above.

1 comment:

  1. dear david..i once knew an elderly christian when i was just a teenager.
    she used to have a double plaque on her wall.
    every night when she retired to sleep, that plaque would read.."perhaps tonight" and every morning when she got up for the new day, she turned the plaque around and it would say, "perhaps today"....she ever had in her heart the hope of the lord's return!
    from terry


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