The Race
It’s over and done.
The race has been run.
No more pain will I feel.
For that’s part of the deal.
Salvations at hand.
By His glorious command.
No more troubles shall I find.
His mercies are kind.
No more sickness for me.
Totally set free.
No more darkness where I’m at.
So very thankful of that.
Never to hunger or thirst.
So filled with joy I could burst.
My mansion You built.
Not on sand nor on silt.
The angels will sing.
While our praises we bring.
To glorify You.
In all things that You do.
Thank You Father!
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