A Gathering of Angels in the Garden of Light
Hello Father, I remember you, it's me, your son,
and now I know our earthly deeds must all be done,
Grandfather, I knew you would be up here, too,
By your great ministry, all the things you say, and do.
Grandmother, you look so radiant here today,
I have missed you much, especially, your gentle smile,
I'm so glad to see you now , in this beautiful place,
for us to visit, and talk, for just a little while.
The streets are golden, as we've been told,
in all the stories, as loud thunders rolled,
The gates are opened, with angels about,
as each new soul is won, all give a shout.
The saints are sitting on their thrones of white,
beside the Master, the wonderful son of light.
No darkness lingers, all shines in such splendor,
a warming spirit, remains throughout the night.
The trumpets sounding and in a music, fine,
A bathing radiance, as in the warm sunshine.
The air is precious, with their smells, so sweet.
As I see some old friends now, I'd like to greet,
It's my good friend Larry, and big Donnie too,
we laughed of the times, things we used to do.
Our wonderful memories, and what they teach,
the lessons discovered, learned by us each,
The fondest moments, of our lives to share,
as we were nurtured, and taught to care,
Our Master beckons us now, to gather there,
about His presence, near His golden chair,
in our gladest hearing, of His joyous speech,
One of the revelation, on the wayward beach,
For the time remaining and those left to beseech,
the saving of those new souls, all left to reach.
My eyes are opened, and my ears do hear,
I've lost all my anger and put away all fear.
I long to serve, in the great army of Light,
to carry the holy word, in the coming fight.
For our time here's not over, what we may be,
to join our Savior, in setting our spirits free.
For our tomorrows, not as any, a yesterday,
our time is so valued, and for this, we all pray.
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