Rewards
Some ask is there gain or merit,
Or what is the prize.
The word with sighs, replies
A crown that will not fade
On each of us is laid.
Reborn from dust
Those resurrected just,
To reign a thousand year
Where love's held dear.
Made right with Him,
Life without sin.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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