When At Last I Come To You
When at last I come to you
And this life , and it's petty cruelty is through;
When the sky above will open to your touch,
Then, this cold world will not matter much.
When all the wagging tongues and sparks and barbs are done,
I shall escape the rising sun.
In lying down I shall arise,
To meet my friends in pleasant skys.
The Master waits and his angels too,
They await me and they await you.
When mocking minds and mocking jests
Have ended we shall be His guests.
Rejected here and cast aside,
He will embrace us , arms open wide;
So when I sleep my final, darkest, night,
I know the Lord will be my forever, loving, light.
Copyright © Everett Pruitt | Year Posted 2007
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