New Earth
M-ake it to the finish line,
A-s you run the long race;
R-eaching the journey's end
I-s to feel the Lord's embrace.
N-ovember twentieth day
E-ternal glory is in store;
L-ife everlasting in heaven
L-ets you go on even more.
D-on't let the purity turn
I-nto both grime and dirt;
Z-one of blissful abode,
O-pen your eyes to
N-ew earth.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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