This isn’t death, it’s glory!
It isn’t dark, it’s light;
It isn’t stumbling, groping
Or even faith, ---- it’s
sight!
This isn’t grief, it’s
having.
My last tear wiped away.
It’s sunrise, it’s the
morning
Of my eternal day!
This isn’t even praying,
It’s speaking face to face;
It’s listening, and it’s
glimpsing
The wonders of His grace.
This is the end of pleading
For strength to bear the
pain;
Not even pain’s dark memory
Will ever live again.
How did I bear the earth life
Before I came up higher,
Before my soul was granted
It’s every deep desire.
Before I knew this rapture
Of meeting face to face
The One who sought me, saved
me,
And kept me by His grace!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !