The Supper
The future, like the wind, I cannot see
yet God has said my days He has ordained
my final breath remains a mystery
through veil of death, a life anew proclaimed.
Caught up into the heavens, I will go
before the throne of God, there I will stand
saved by the blood of Jesus, this I know
I'll join the marriage Supper of the Lamb.
A kingly table, beauty to behold
and people gathered, every tribe and tongue
in perfect fellowship, within His fold
with Jesus, the Good Shepherd, in His love.
For at that Supper we'll forget our strife
we'll feast and celebrate eternal life.
Written on 9/14/2016
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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