One Day - Poem by Wayne Bowen
One day I'll enter the most beautiful place,
and touch my Lord and see His face.
My pain and suffering in the past
in a place where time never last
There are no clocks or time to spend,
eternity has no beginning or end.
A place where I will live by grace
what took me so long to find this place?
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