And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4 KJV

A promise made

Being answered.

Claiming what belongs

Under his wing.

We are his,

That are called;

Not by a phone,

By a thunderous voice

That is calm and gentle.

My owner

Splitting the sky.

Doing his truth,

His beauty, he’s very alive.

Not this world for me

I belong to one;

He Son stretched out on the tree.

The story has been told;

The beauty and the truth.

All his power unleashed

To rescue his children,

You and me.

The creator, He knew

All that would be done.

He knew who would follow his son.

He knows all, nothing you can hide.

He is pure, not of our mind;

Perfect and just,

Can you see this glory,

That only one God has?

Open your eyes!

His coming is a must.