I Cling To 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 heavenly name
His peaceful music calms my pain.

His aura of sweetness is ever near
floating on high in the atmosphere.
Accepting my prayer with Godly love
He speaks from the heavens above.

Soon I will leave this earthly terrain
to go where celestial angels reign.
In my mind's eye the scene is set
and I cling to the voice of glory yet.