One day my earthly eyes will close,
And of my earthly body I will dispose.
I would ask no tears trace your face,
Bound I am for my Kings heavenly place.
Scripture announces the many joys ahead,
So rejoice for I live and am not dead.
As my bible says a Sea of glass will I see,
A gentle place of graceful tranquility.
In the Book of life, I see my name.
Washed in His blood I’m without blame.
I had a heart black with dreadful sin,
Now I’m washed white without within.
I love you my dears with greatest might,
But I leave to see my Lords face so bright.
With pieced hands He sits upon His throne,
There I will make a jeweled palace my home.
Where desperately my painful body was faint.
Now my bountiful joy has no constraint.
Once I passed my earthly hours in darkest pain,
My minutes are thrilled in Jesus heavenly domain.
I remind you of your promised heavenly rest,
No more pain or tears will come to the blesesd.
Walk we will down golden streets, no sin or feud,
By jeweled wall and gates with our bodies renewed.
R. K. Hart 5/5/ 2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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