Poetry

That Blessed Hope of Believers, A Poem

by John Clark 
06/08/20
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The way things are going for the human race, it won’t be long before I see your face.

God will call me up into the blue, all those who have put their trust in You.

There will be no more pain, pandemics, or strife, as I enter into my eternal life.

My aging body with its aches and pains, will be restored by God‘s wonderful name.

It won’t be long before God will say, “Enter into your eternal rest, on earth you went through so many tests.”

The time is short before God calls me up, to the place He has prepared for me. Oh, that blessed rapture. What a glorious event that will be.

I don’t deserve to go up when He calls, and be spared from the wrath to come. It’s only by his love and grace, not my works, but on what Jesus has done.

To think that He has saved me from all that will be, “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,” that saved a sinner like me.