Where Jesus Lives
There is a face I long to see -
the face of Him who died for me,
and when i reach eternity,
my eyes shall gaze upon
the One for whom my God reserved
the punishment that I deserved,
that He may be forever served
as Prince of Peace; God's Son.
There is a name I love to praise -
the name to whom my voice I raise;
I will exalt His name always
with thankfulness in song.
He holds our present in His hand,
our past He has so wisely planned
to lead us to the promised land;
the land we've sought so long.
There is a place I long to be,
where we’ll behold God’s majesty,
and meet the saints of history
who followed Him before;
who left behind the tears of earth
to meet the One of boundless worth
who welcomed them into new birth
beyond the grave's dark door.
There is a sound I’d love to hear -
the trumpet blast when He'll appear
as voices shout, "The King is here!",
what joy this sweet thought gives.
We tread this wilderness of night
and though each step may be a fight,
we walk by faith and not by sight
to be where Jesus lives.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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