The Will
Come to the gathering, the reading of the will;
Of your Blessed Saviour who died upon the hill.
He died that we might have life and that more abundantly.
He died that we might know the truth and the the truth shall make us free.
In the giving of His life, He made us heirs to the throne.
In the shedding of His blood, He left us the strength to carry own.
In the spilling of His tears, He washed away our fears.
In His prespiring or sweat, He said this is what we would get.
We would get a long white robe, and a crown of righteousness;
We would have eternal life and be forever blessed.
We must only obey Him and be in His will
That is why He died for us, high upon the hill.
Be in His will, have part of His estate;
Do it in a hurry don't let your will be read: TOO LATE!!
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
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