THE POET'S CORNER ARCHIVES

Revelation 22:20 - "He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus."

THIS COULD BE THE YEAR!

A bright, new day in the morning dawns,

The very first in a brand, new year.

The thought comes to me as I muffle my yawns,

This could be the one in which we hear...

A garment's rustle; then, the Archangel's shout;

The Trump of God sound a mighty blast,

The Angelic Host ordered out.

The Saints of God are going home at last!

The Savior, Himself, shall descend,

His nail-pierced hands are opened wide.

Heaven's gates will open and we shall ascend

To spend eternity at His spear-wounded side.

I know what we'll do when we get there.

We'll search the crowd for each loved one's face.

There'll be joyous reunions everywhere

Of Saints redeemed by God's amazing grace.

At the throne, we join the new song being sung,

By the side of those we hold near and dear.

We'll be there with every kindred, nation, and tongue.

The Redeemed of all ages are present here.

We'll be praising the Lord that He died for us,

And gave Salvation, as a gift, completely free!

"Worthy is the Lamb," are the words to our chorus;

And, in gratitude, we'll fall to our knee.

Then the coffee pot gurgles its last drop;

And I sit down with my very first cup.

Out of my thoughts into the present I drop!

But God's Word will comfort me, 'til we're taken up.

Should Jesus not return before this year is done,

We can redeem the time and the precious tender in it.

We can work for Him, there are many souls to be won,

And we can't waste a single, golden minute!

On the horizon I see the first golden ray.

Soon the sun will shine high in its dome.

"Even so, Lord Jesus," is the prayer that I pray.

"Come, Lord Jesus," and take us all home!