When We Get To Heaven Poem by Cindy Wyatt

Someday we will hear the heavenly choir sing
With the loud triumphant anthems ring
It will be the day the fight and battle is won
And we will look upon the face of God's dear son

All the wounded soldiers will be in a safe haven at last
Their wounds all bound up and Satan be an outcast
No more need for healing, no more burdens to bear
We will be forever set free when we get over there

May we keep our eyes on Jesus and look towards the finish line
And occupy til he comes, then at his feet we'll sit and dine
It will be so wonderful to have perfect peace and rest
To be safe in the arms of Jesus and be eternally blest

Our works will follow after us, so let us labor for what will last
Help us not give up and quit, but to stay in the race stedfast
We will never be sorry for one moment of labor spent for his name
But regret all the countless hours that were wasted away in vain


Rev 14: 13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.


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