Homeward Bound

With the voice of the archangel And the trumpet call of God above, The sleeping saints are called forth, Clothed with God’s immortal love. And we who are alive and remain Are all caught up together in the cloud. “Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,” Christ’s chariot wings cry out aloud. Seven days we are ascending Towards the sea of glass, Where the 144,000 stand singing, Just as Revelation 14:3 forecast. All are clothed with a glorious white mantle— From their shoulders to their feet; Beautiful robes of righteousness For the first-fruits no sin could defeat. We march across the sea of glass To heaven’s pearly gate, Holding our palms of victory That our sparkling crowns relate. Jesus opens the gate to heaven; He says, “Come and enter in— Ye blessed of my Father, Inherit the kingdom prepared within.” The beauty of heaven Just cannot be explained, But it’s worth every trial Or death for Christ proclaimed. Each citizen has a right to the city And the vast treasures found inside; Our home for one millennium With our risen Savior to reside. Featured in my book No. 1, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul" Copyright © 2010-2011 Maureen LeFanue www.godsgreetings.org www.maureenlefanue.com [books]