By Morton M. Miles (adapted)
Though our Lord has promised mansions
To the faithful and true,
And sent His Spirit to us,
Our own spirits to renew:
Though we are secure in Jesus.
And in His strength, we know no fear.
Still, it seemed the distant future,
When our heaven would appear.
Here on earth, we’ve been too busy,
And there seemed so little time
To let our thoughts reach Heaven,
And its glory so divine.
Our thoughts so often wander now,
To the Heavenly home above;
And a dear one there abiding
In our Lord’s eternal love.
It seems I hear her whisper,
“Hold fast for yet awhile,
And we’ll all rejoice together
In the haven of His smile.”
Yes, there’s a part of us in Heaven
With our Lord forevermore,
And heaven seems much nearer
Than it ever did before.
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 17Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. 18Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
2 Thessalonians 4:16-18
For the background story on Morton Miles’ poetry, please click here for Dan’s post, Not Again!
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