Occupy 'til I come,
Of this world, I've overcome.
Takes some strength, it takes zeal,
It takes passion
Though you feel
That your work is never done!
Occupy right in your home,
I won't leave you all alone!
Don't you know I am for real?
On your head, My name is sealed,
Peace walks with you from now on.
Occupy 'til the new dawn.
Gold sunrises on the run,
You may beg, borrow and steal,
Yet My rainbow still appears,
As the moon and stars shine on.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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Thank you Veronica. I stumbled on to your poem in looking for something else. I will wait for your email response to say more. You are a great friend, and have been for many years. God bless you for the blessing you have been to many with your poetry...Helen
Your thoughts have captured so many aspects of the "work" we occupy with "til He comes". I love this, "On your head, My name is sealed, -- Peace walks with you from now on." Your title is perfect for this poem. Very nice work.