In the great sorrow that eyes have seen on this planet,
In the cursing that ears have heard while here,
In the pain that mortal bodies has survived as part of
life,
In the betrayal that has broken the trust risked out,
And in the human insanity that human soul has faced
through his visit.
I don’t settle for less, for I hear a voice of my hope of
Him calling.
I now endure the suffering and the testing for a moment
knowing that,
I shall one day share in His ever privileged glory,
That is why I see death as my bike, only taking my soul
to the destiny of its appointed joy,
To a place where I will not regret the past life
for I would have lived it by faith trusting the one who
gave it all
because of the hope I hold for the deliverance of my
soul,
I live not in panic, fear or worry, but live with
opposite expectation
knowing that my soul
will not die when my sinful body decays,
but will graduate to a being no physical eye lays witness
of,
to peaks of greatness shall I arise when he calls my
name,
memories of this dark world forgotten shall be,
fears will be no more for no more causes of its
existence.
Because of His grace, grave opens wide in vain,
and evil haunts my soul only for a while
I shall see all my doubts vanish away like dew by a
morning sunrise
And emptiness filled with his un ending love.
I will see him deliver me from the snare of the evil one
Placing my feet on a rock of trust He himself is
On that night of trumpet shall every soul be awakened
In shame shall unfold for their unbelief but with
prideful joy shall mine stand
There is a shalom I have come to know,
Although my body and flesh doubts and fails in its
accomplishment.
So eagerly expect
and hope that I will no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so
that now as always Christ will be exalted
in my body whether by life or death (1)
Darkness will be proved light on the day of his coming
His light coming forth in this evil world
Its insanity shall be shut down and righteousness shall
dwell
I hear his calling voice echo even in the confusion of my
thoughts
I tune my ear to him for the saving of my soul
Trusting not my eyes but letting him lead even in daylight.
There is a day that is drawing near,
A day when my soul shall find its appointed destiny
A day of rest and victory for those who would have
believed
A time when my soul shall occupy its long prepared room
in heaven,
There will be no more pain, no more sorrow
On the floors vanished with gold shall my immortal feet
step
My mind is too low to imagine heavenly beauty,
And my faith shall be my eyes
In the assembly of the holy ones shall my name be called
With righteous courage shall run on the aisle of my
marriage
With smiles too holy for my lips shall my heart be joined
with Him
And there shall I live in the romance of his holy
presence
In a shadowless room shall I rest with no awakening
dreams of departure.
For my soul shall have reached where I finally call HOME
But our citizenship
is in heaven, and eagerly await a savior from there, the lord Jesus Christ (2)
So now when waves hit when doubts knocks at my heart
And pain tortures my body, and sorrow haunts my mind
I have full assurance that it is just for a moment and a temporary
test
And consider this present suffering not worth comparing
to the glory that will be revealed.
Midnight trumpet shall be despair for many but fulfilled
hopes for my longing heart
From this world I breathe and get oxygen for life
But it shall never at any moment be called home.
For here I do not
have an enduring city, but looking for the city that is to come (3)
My last breath won’t me my end, but a beginning of a life
for eternity.
For I was made to last forever and forever shall my soul
rest in God
Christ’s harvest is not about quantity but quality
produce
So will come even if only he takes one
A faithful trusting soul,
His coming will not be determined by how many
How me, o lord my
life’s end and the number of my days, let me know how fleeting is my life (4)
So strengthen my feeble soul, correct my thoughts and
guide my footsteps,
Relocating my
focal point, discern my heart’s desire,
Teaching me to
number my days that I may gain a heart of wisdom.(5)
With the hope of what awaits my soul,
The grave remains disappointed, wait for my rotting body
you grave, only for the stench of its decay.
Victorious Jesus is in me like before,
Knowing that, I run the race with assured victory, with
the trophy a head of me
I fix my eyes on
the author and perfector of my faith,
So cheer aloud heavenly angles, clean my face of all
sweat that I may not lose focus,
And open my ears to hear the echo of your calling,
For I still hear Him calling, and indeed, I will rise
when he calls my name.
