Final Transition

When my eyes grow dim and my legs are weak, when I can’t hear and my mouth can’t speak, I wonder what I will see through these eyes of faith as I think about what awaits at the end of my race. Will my soul sense my stilled legs dance as never before? Will I leap with joy as I see angels galore? Will I hear the prayers of many as I am called home to Abba my Father, up to His heavenly throne? My prayer is to sing always even with a failing heart, knowing it is only from here that I shall depart. I now rejoice in God’s promise that I will see His face, and have peace in knowing He has prepared my place. But will my soul really be so quiet when my end is near? Will I be excited or will I show fear? Will I be in perfect peace because I believe that Christ has prepared a place especially for me? Now as I wait and sometimes think of my final transition, I can rest in knowing it will end in all glorious perfection!