"The calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
and a little child shall lead them." --Isaiah 11:6.
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THE GREATEST TRIP When will we visit worlds on high? When will we soar to the unknown? When will we float thru a clear, blue sky And beautiful planets be shown? It isn't to be in a man-made ship, Nor with companions who war and kill. Instead, God's angels will guide our trip, And, oh, how our hearts will thrill! Yet, the greatest joy we'll ever find Is now beyond Orion's light. For soon the entire sky will shine, As with Jesus we take our flight. Are you content with this world's sci-fiction dreams, With weird, space creatures and men? Are you satisfied with such polluted streams, And then have your short life end? The Creator who made us knows how we think, He made us to want to explore. So, He sent us a Book with a map and a link And plenty of guides for the tour. We needn't depend on the wisdom of men To supply us the answers we seek, For He has given a wonderful plan To those who are humble and meek. God asks His children to return to His fold, To find out why they were created. He has glorious sights for them to behold And great truths to them shall be stated. We can look forward to worlds on high To view many sights unknown. Yet, the grandest place we'll ever spy Is the gathering around God's throne. (c) 1997, Kathryn Terrell |
THEIR GLORIOUS KING A wee black cloud in the heaven appears About the size of a young man's hand Only His children notice the sight They are eagerly watching now All hearts are glad when this sign they see For they had waited so long And as they watch it grows in size Till it starts to glow with light While they wait the rest of the world Trembles and shakes in fear For they begin to understand it now They know their doom is sure As they see the increasing light Yet His children wait in calm and peace Soon they watch as dead saints rise While the wicked call for the rocks and hills To hide them from His sight His living saints are ready to go Up to their heavenly home While the wicked fall to the earth in heaps Their fate forever sealed They had their chance to choose His way To walk in the Saviour's steps But they chose to serve a selfish prince Alas, they lost their way The children of God rise up to meet Their Saviour and King in the air With shining angels they sing a song To their great and glorious King They ascend on high to their heavenly home To reign with their heavenly King (c) 1997, Kathryn Terrell
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