If I am plagued forever,
It is but a short while-
Until my Savior comes for me,
To deliver me from the worlds' guile.
If forever I may hurt and bleed,
To my Savior, I would rather praise than plead-
For soon to come is heavens door,
Where I will be well forevermore,
With joyous singing, joyous praise-
I will spend thousands of forevers
on/my/knees
Blessing our blessed savior calling out-
"Oh King of Kings You reign
Oh Lord of hosts you've come again"
And if forever I am to be cursed,
By my flesh or man-
Never will I beg the Lord to move His mighty hand,
For where He is I rest my head,
And while my enemy forever lives
plagued/by/death,
I walk through its shadow joyfully
Always thinking of eternity.
Even if forever is full of horrid gloom-
My Savior will I wait upon,
As a bride waits for her groom.
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The poetry book of a wretched sinner
Poetrypoems of places, people, feelings, and emotions. the fluctuating thoughts of someone with hope apart from this life. Here we have the hope, guilt, and the shortcomings of a sinner saved by grace. "I was found in darkness; now clothed by light. My...
