Through The Gates

I am on the road today, driving back from Ohio. I am posting this from the McDonalds parking lot, just north of Columbus.  Since I don't have a lot of time and considering the events of the last few days, I thought I would share a poem with you that I wrote a couple of years ago called Through The Gate.

In perfect peace, with blissful song

I’ll rest with Christ on high

When I have laid this body down

And flown beyond the sky

Into a land of endless day

Where dearest loved ones dwell

Where awesome wonders far outweigh

Our ability to tell.

I’ll look with wonder at the walls

Made up of jewels rare

And walk along the golden streets

And breathe celestial air.

With loved ones near I’ll find my way

Down streets that all will have trod

And find myself upon my face

Before the throne of God

I’ll praise Him in His majesty

I’ll glorify His name

I’ll loudly sing with a perfect voice

He is worthy of all fame.

Then I’ll thank Him for His mercy

And His sacrificial grace

That led Him to that cross to die

And brought me to this place.

Then with the holy angels

And millions gathered round

I’ll humbly bow before him

And lay my trophies down

I pray that on that blessed day

When I stand before God’s Son

He’ll look at me with love and say

My faithful child, Well done.

It is with a grateful heart that I praise the Lord this morning, that Scott has experienced this already and is now one of those awaiting the rest of us.