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
