When my Jesus comes my soul will transcend my sight
I will be able to fly and close my eyes
The trumpet will blow for only my ears as I stare beyond, lifeless
When my Jesus comes then will come my end
My longing and wait will be over
A box I will be of a owner
Jesus and I will be in white
We will walk into the light
My struggle will all be done
Only anxiety of fear of heaven in eternal dawn
When my Jesus comes
I will be gone
True faith... Gratitude and Love for the lord... Very well versed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... this itself transcend my sight... well done Ma'am