As I came up on the
city made of gold and as I
walked a long there,
On The horizon I Looked up and
saw our heavenly Father's House
as I walked up to the door,
He looked at me and said
"come for I have prepared a
place for you at thy table"
and as I satdown in the
chair, the angles begun to
sing songs of praise and glory,
and there before my eyes
a fest fit for a king and
all my friends and family,
and even some I had never
meet before, for this I
give to you a gift of
my love for you,
take eat and
rejoice in all that I
have given you freely
in love,
I have forgiven you and
I have been waiting....
for you and I have hoped
that you would come
back home.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This is beautifully penned hope...our Heavenly Father waiting for His prodigals to return home! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.