Poetry

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“The Glory that awaits”

Although we see through
a glass dimly;we know
By Faith;that there
are promises of The
Glory that awaits.


Jesus promised to each
Child of God ;that there
are mansions of beauty;
In God’s Stately Place.

Oh soul;oh pilgrim
endure for the promises
are near;take off
The old man and
embrace by God’s
Spirit His Divine
Plan.

Oh for the hours;
Oh for the days;
Time is quickly
slipping away.


Let us make each
Moment count;
like golden moments;
with no regrets;as
we seek the Father’s
Holy Face.

Oh for the Blessings
That this day holds;
History writen
in The Lamb's Book of Life;
as He is preparing His
Holy Bride.

Oh Beloved of God;
Our Bridegroom
Awaits; oh soul
God is preparing
A Holy Place
For our souls
To dwell in
Heaven one
Day.

Let us run the Good
Race; and strive
for the prize of
Glory;golden
Crowns to lay
At our Saviour’s
Blessed Feet.

Oh then we shall
rejoice in a Place
where no pain;sickness
or death dwell.

For in the Presence
Of the Lamb’s Light;
we will live in
splendour and Joy.

Oh soul;Rejoice;
as we look upon the
Horizon by Faith;
it is not to
Far away.

Inspired by God

Copyright © 2005 Mrs.David Jobes (Dee)

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