MY LAST JOURNEY

a time to lament,a time of reality,a time of faith, a time to leave,desperate to be in the presence of God.

I heard a sound,

from heaven it came to me.

And I'm moved at the wind;

That rushes externally.

Oh, holy spirit just flow mightly.

As we wait on you holy God,

In your presence.

Jesus moment by moment I yield to you,

My hurts and pains, my tears and bleeding heart.

Nothing compares to the welts on your back. 

 The wooded crown of thorns,

And the spear that was thrust into your side:

Oh master the cross you bear,

That set me free from my little misery.

I looked to you O Lord up to the heavens.

Awaiting your second coming.

The last days of preparation is coming to pass,

 Measure me O God this temple:

Prove me to be ready,

Alert when the trumpet is sound.

Even so come soon; Lord Jesus, come soon..

Reviews

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Amen! Another beautiful write that I find to be truth and also cant wait myself:)

[Rose of many colours]

Thanks Jon stay strong.

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Thank you Sami for your comment

[Sami Khalil]

You faith shines through in this great poem. Thank you for sharing...:)

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Thanks Sami for passing through

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

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I was doing a theology course and these thought just flow. and I put pen to paper..