The Final Battle Poem by Janis Land Raymer

I can see them all
surrounding you on...

YOUR BATTLEFIELD

Some are beautiful
with starry crowns.
Others horrible and disfigured.
All wanting one thing:

You...body and soul...

Then.....
past the praying saints...
past the crying family...
past the Angels praising...

Comes...
The ONE saints pray to...
The ONE families cry out to...
The ONE Angels praise...

The horrible, disfigured beasts
trying to lay may claim....

MUST STEP ASIDE! ! !

For in comes:

THE KING OF KINGS

AND

LORD OF LORDS! ! !


With one statement of comfort for His weary child.

'Not yet Daughter. soon you will be with me, but not yet.'


The saints glorify Him.
The families shout their joy.
The Angels rejoice.

Death-

has been delayed,
THANK YOU JESUS! !
Delayed but not destroyed....YET! !