His Own - Poem by Richard Merrell
At the cry of Holy, Holy!
Do the elders fall
And cast their crowns at Yeshua's feet
They give Him glory, all.
And to this end I do employ
My life, yes all my days
To give the Lord God glory
Praise Him for all His ways.
When I receive the crown of life
I'll cast it at His feet
And say, 'I don't deserve it Lord
for You are all I seek.'
Yeshua looks at me and smiles
Tells me, 'You are My own.'
Places the crown back on my head
Then leads me to His Throne,
And as I sit beside Him there
Tears run down my face;
Because He whispered in my ear
'My brother, you've won the race.'
James 1: 12; Revelation 4: 8-11
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