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!
Copyright © Shane Brown | Year Posted 2021
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