Awaiting On The Mountain

Awaiting On The Mountain

How alone and confused,

Confident but now strangely bewildered,

Do they huddle close together ready to stand,

On a spiritual plateau located there by HIS guiding hand.

Now each disciple is forged forever by He, in that joyous fire in the melting Flame of a burnished faith,

Only to be dampened forever in that final hour of there welcoming death.

Now on that cold mountain terrain,

Each man knows that he must go forth. But forever remain.

Firm in a faith. Watered always by His precious blood.

One day we to will all stand upon a mountain high,

On that first anniversary of the day that we will die,

And all family tears,

Will never sluice away the fears,

Shed by the weeping unsaved.

But contrasted by the cheering saved,

Who chant in unison: Born Again,

Saved forever from all past sin!

“It is appointed unto men once to die,

but after this the judgment”

(Hebrews 9:27)



September 2004

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