The Promised Land

The Promised Land poem Lionel Derbyshire In the dark I glance a silhouette I see .. A formation in arrangement from neck to toe I see .. A face creation I cannot makeout .. constructed with neck and toe; Like a whispering it politely comes to fetching me. A silhouette devine I fully see In neck and toe and stretched out arms. It is white and light up the dark. Moving close to me.. Floating on neck and toe. The angel arch bending over .. Starts to pamper me. I am divine goods to be returned to my heaven's master. In a precious life I have lived... There was no pre-arrangement deal and No longevity guaranteed. A silhouette whispers me .. God is calling thee. I verve with bitterness and woe trouble I foresee. I see a angel's gleaming face in radiant animation. From a land is in all it's enduring eternity .. It rapture's with elation. It is Elysium. Without protest and to glee I see the guarantee .. My act on earth is done. Aboard I obtain a place Just before breakfast I go And see.. The Promised Land. It was then I understood all my fears When I saw GOD ALMIGHTY In the presence of LORD JESUS CHRIST my saviour ...