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A poem of Christian faith.


Submitted:Oct 14, 2007    Reads: 122    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Standing at the threshold

of Death's ultimate door,

my last gasp escapes me…

As I've never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm

I ascend in wonderment,

now housed in an incorruptible body

and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God's throne room

freed of all Earthly flesh,

my spiritual essence is energized

and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,

unencumbered reality is more than it seems;

for to be in His Presence

is my accomplished dream.

Having been given my kingly reward,

in these times of everlasting days,

willfully I set my crown at His feet.

For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.





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