Caught Up

I am caught up with the God of rest and truth, I am held up in His loving chest as proof, That I'll never be released, From this incomprehensible peace. I am caught up in His service for free, Because He has paid for me, And saved me from me, And with all these, I am wholly at ease. I am anticipating the day, When everything will change, And we'll all be free, eternally. We'll be caught up, so heavenly. Tenderly I rest, for I have passed this sordid test. I am reborn, and now must continue to grow, As an embryo, that will one day, Be like my Father, as I consistently obey. In Christ I am free, and like Him, is how I strive to be. He is perfect, and ever strong, never wrong. With power unending, and righteousness unbending, His kingdom will never end, and in it, we will win! I am caught up with His arms and hands, Which were pierced for me, And hung so cruelly, Because of the love He has in me. I have finally caught up, to where I need to be, And now I must truly begin, to live forever with Him, The way He would, if He were me. Don't worry Lord, I’ll hurry, and God speed!