The
clock of time that filled my days
With
gifts of pain combined with praise
Were
heaven's thorns to lead my path
To
where sweet flowers always last.
Paintings
of birds and boats off shore
The
home I've loved, I've traded for
The
sounds and sights beyond compare
A
place my Savior planned with care.
I
heard the songs the angels sing
I
felt the stirring of their wings
I
wish you could have seen that sight
While
heading Home; my upward flight!
I
saw the lights within the Gate
The
call to come! I could not wait!
For
in the endless arms of grace
I
felt a welcome to that Place.
The
curse of death has been removed
All
tears have ceased to flow today
Now
in the presence of the King
I
have no need for anything.
--B.
Pent
