The Voice Of Glory Poem by Joyce Hemsley

In worldly reality, we've never met.
But I cling to the Voice of Glory yet.
Gentle Jesus is the Holy name
His peaceful message calms my pain.

An aura of sweetness is ever near
Floating on high in the atmosphere.
Accepting my prayer with gracious love
He speaks from the heavens above.

Soon I shall leave this earthly terrain
To dwell where celestial angels reign
In my mind's eye the scene is all set
And I cling to the Voice of Glory yet.