There is a glorious day coming,
When the saints are gathered in;
An ingathering…unlike we have known,
Clothed in white garments…free from sin.
O day of triumph…total victory,
The saints down through the years;
Coming together…’round the Throne of God,
Crowds and crowds…the masses.
There is my dear Grandma,
Although she has been changed;
Still, I would always know her,
A new and glorified body…exchanged.
Never to know corruption,
Eternal…in all ways;
This is our real life,
Glorified…for all our days.
And, here are my two children,
Who…in infancy, passed away;
Full-grown…now, are they,
With eyes that shine from Heaven’s glory.
Over there…another friend,
I’d not seen her for many years;
Her face did glow with Eternal Love,
No longer any tears.
I recognize Saul…who became St. Paul,
And, Martin Luther King;
Those who have gone before us,
God’s Word to us…they did bring.
A rich inheritance…we have,
Saints of God in their lifetime;
Transformed by God’s Love,
Sometimes taken in their prime.
Still, they left a legacy,
Lives well-lived…an example;
They left a road map and a guide,
The Good News lived out…the Gospel.
A temporary parting,
Sadness…but not forever;
For the day shall come…reunion,
As it does say…in Scripture.
There will come an ingathering,
Gathering unto Him;
Our Lord and Saviour…Christ Jesus,
And, He shall say: “Welcome, Pilgrim.”
O most glorious of all days,
Perfect and pure bliss;
The saints gathering together,
‘Tis a day we dare not miss!
Invite Him into your life,
Let Your heart become His home;
Then, when the saints are gathered in,
We shall be gathered at His Throne!
Dec. 14, 2001
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