Daily
I am reminded
I
am not home yet
For
I am a stranger
Living
in a strange land
A
foreigner in a land
Not
my own
An
ambassador waiting for the King
To
call me home before the battle begins
A
bride waiting
For
the Bridegroom to come take me to the Father’s house
For
He has gone
To
prepare a place for me
He
promised that where He is
There
I shall be also
He
will come and take me home
And
all who proclaim Christ as Lord
We
will soon be removed
Before
the great and dreadful Day of the Lord begins
When
God’s wrath will be poured out
On
those who reject God with a hardened heart
Those
who close their eyes
In
willful blindness
On
those who plug their ears
Least
they hear the truth and believe
Of
God’s promises I am certain
I
look back and see His faithful deliverance
I
see Noah and his family
Shut
in the ark, the door closed by God Himself
Lot
and his family were removed before judgment began
Then
the Lord rained down brimstone and fire from heaven
The
Lord struck down the firstborn of Egypt
But
passed over the children of Israel, seeing the blood of the Lamb
I
am confident that there is a generation
Who
in the twinkling of an eye will be snatched away, caught up
But
the dead in Christ will rise first
Together
they will be reunited and taken home
Join
together with the Bridegroom
At
the Marriage Supper of the Lamb
By
Susan Wachtel
March
9, 2013
I
confess that today I wrote for longer than five minutes.
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It’s
another Saturday morn and I participating in Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Fridaywriting challenge. Head over to her
website “Lisa Jo Baker Tales from a Gypsy Mama”. Be sure to read some of the entries from
other writers. I can promise you that
you will be blessed.
3 comments:
Such a lovely post.
Ah, the ultimate home-story! Beautifully written. I wrote for more than five minutes too. It seems to be a subject that calls for it. :) Here from FMF. Thank you for writing!
Yes the place my soul yearns to be.
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