In places where it seems that there is no hope, I see children smile and play. In the darkness of night, I have seen a million start give pinpoints of light to comfort the soul. In the desolate desert, I have seen a little rain bring the garden of Eden to mind. In places where it seemed impossible. In situations that seemed all but hopeless, I have seen Gods glory in the most amazing ways.

Walk in His footsteps, live in His joy
Go where He takes you to do His will
Jesus has awesome plans for our future
Leading us onward toward a place
Where angels know the face of Jesus
Walk and rejoice

What a glorious day will be then,
   when the raptures taking place;
When we all go Home to Heaven,
   see Our Saviour face to face!

All our struggles will be over,
   yes, all sorrows will be past;
For that glorious day will be there,
   with Our Lord and King at last!

When those trumpets sound in Heaven,
   in My Home, my Beaulah Land;
Then we'll be with Him forever,
   in the Hollow of His hand!

For all parting will be over,
   no more burdens for to bear;
All the fighting will be ended,
   no one sheds but one more tear!

All our loved ones gone before us,
   yes in Heaven we will see;
We can hug them, touch their faces,
   in our glorious Home to be!

Yes, My Saviour paved our way to,
   cross inside those pearly gates;
Can you feel the anthem mounting,
   as our mansion there awaits

Just a few more days to labor,
   just a few more wars to fight;
Till those trumpets echo sounding,
   and we take our Heavenly flight!

Here's a poem to my first love,
The everlasting love,
That which no one will ever afford to give me,
The love that covers my reality,

From dirt,you picked me,
From doom you rescued me,
How wonderful is your love,
Purity,innocence beyond that of a dove,
Genuine,beautiful..
To leave your throne,
I'd be a fool,
I am your own...
So hold me closer,
Closer than ever before,
So tight that no one will ****** me from your presence,
My Lord,my Saviour,my hope..
I love you,despite my sins I love you,I need your grace everyday..
Your love is extravagant,
Loving me so dearly when I'm only a servant,
Oh how marvelous.
Marvelous is your love oh Lord,
I will forever praise you Lord for you are king of all the earth,and for this purpose you created me.

It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be,
  Away from earth and weariness and all beside;
Earth is too full of loss with its dividing sea,
  But Paradise upbuilds the bower for the bride.

Where flowers are yet in bud while the boughs are green,
  I would get quit of earth and get robed for heaven;
Putting on my raiment white within the screen,
  Putting on my crown of gold whose gems are seven

Fair is the fourfold river that maketh no moan,
  Fair are the trees fruit-bearing of the wood,
Fair are the gold and bdellium and the onyx stone,
  And I know the gold of that land is good.

O my love, my dove, lift up your eyes
  Toward the eastern gate like an opening rose;
You and I who parted will meet in Paradise,
  Pass within and sing when the gates unclose.

This life is but the passage of a day,
  This life is but a pang and all is over;
But in the life to come which fades not away
  Every love shall abide and every lover.

He who wore out pleasure and mastered all lore,
  Solomon, wrote "Vanity of vanities:"
Down to death, of all that went before
  In his mighty long life, the record is this.

With loves by the hundred, wealth beyond measure,
  Is this he who wrote "Vanity of vanities"?
Yea, "Vanity of vanities" he saith of pleasure,
  And of all he learned set his seal to this.

Yet we love and faint not, for our love is one,
  And we hope and flag not, for our hope is sure,
Although there be nothing new beneath the sun
  And no help for life and for death no cure.

The road to death is life, the gate of life is death,
  We who wake shall sleep, we shall wax who wane;
Let us not vex our souls for stoppage of a breath,
  The fall of a river that turneth not again.

Be the road short, and be the gate near,--
  Shall a short road tire, a strait gate appall?
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
  And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

she is a fragilely sculpted being
born of earth and dust and dirt
a world's oblivion is coiled around her hair
flowing over shoulders that bear numerous opinions
and sometimes various glances of vague curiosity, disdain or admiration
the celestial tied to this tiny sliver of mud
freckled aquamarine speck
bound to the earth through delicate ties
a shell of the terrestrial

the mortal who clothes herself in immortality
through the only Way
the rise of the Spirit over the desolate flesh
only through His Blood is she reminded of His divine sacrifice
for all the delicate beings that reside temporarily
on this tainted planet

she smiles in triumph
studying a loosely strung thread
a tapestry of silvered fibres
naked in exposure when caught
in strong sunlight and a thin clasp
of miniscule enchantment

oh you are of temporary matter
temporary breath
temporary flesh
temporary glory

until eternity begins