Some day....
Our Prince...He Will Come!
Flying high...
He Will...Outshine the sun
High in the Air we will meet
Angels shall sing...as we Bow
at His feet
Until then...
every pain...Our Lord will take
Until then...
Our weary souls must contemplate
on that...Heavenly...reward
Thoughts of that day...they build us up
Keep us...strong
Visions of Rapture...wipes away our tears
There's hope for tomorrow
With...Jesus...So Near
Rest from our burdens...shall at last come to past
Peace...Joy Unspoken...will be ours at last!
Some day...
Our Prince...He's going to come
for you and me!
His Blessed Face...our eyes shall surely see
We'll behold His Presence
as He burst through those Clouds
Snowy White Garments...
Angels, angels...Singing Loud
We've got to wait...for that day!
We've got to...wait...for that day!
For Some Day...some day
whether we're sleep or whether wake
Some Day...Our Prince
Will....Come!
1Thes 4:16-17, Mat 16:27, Rom 14:11, Rev 1:7&22:20
copyright;jmsbell-2005
compelling read
Your poem brings the reality of this hope to the forefront of my mind. Blessings!
Kathy J Parenteau
Ron
Love ya!
Jane