Rising to meet


No weapon that is formed against me

shall prosper

When my flesh melts away

I shall stand on the eternal shore

With untold wonders to explore

And when all is said and done

And I rise to meet The Son

There will be no boasting from me

Except in Grace present and free


With deliverance to spare

And much more of the message to air

I reach for the book where all is explained

Except for the mysteries as yet – not plain

I step up to the ‘hangman’s-noose’ of time

Whose shackles are not enough to hold me down

And – as in free-fall

As in jumping into the air

My spirit will leave – unbound

to meet the Saviour there

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