Poetry

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IN THE WORLD BUT NOT OF IT

Take the world but give me Jesus.
All its joys are but a tear;
All its mirth and jubilation,
Are but bubbles that appear.
Those who live here are uncertain;
Of the future, are unclear.
Take the world but give me Jesus.
There is nothing then to fear.

We don’t grope here in the shadows;
In the darkness I’m a light.
God supplied for us a roadmap,
With directions glowing bright.
Those who love God push on forward,
Surely with the goal in sight.
Heaven soon will be upon us,
Moved to glory from this night.

What was foul and evil smelling,
Which to righteousness was dead,
Our Jesus came to remedy;
For me He suffered instead.
Because His sacrifice was made,
Now for me there is no dread,
So in this confidence I go;
Day by day I push ahead.

Soon the Raptured Church will triumph
In the glory, with the Lord.
There we’ll see the blesse´d Saviour,
And we’ll rise to our reward.
That reward is not of substance,
But we all will then accord
That Jesus Christ is our treasure.
He’s the One we will applaud.

This poem is copyright. It may be used in Christian ministry but please ask permission first. I just love to know if God is blessing through the poem.

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