Our Blessed Hope - Hello Poetry

Apr 2016

Kenny Whiting

There is coming a special day,
   when I'll see my Saviour's face;
When the dead in Christ shall rise
   since He saved me by His grace!

As those Angel's trumpet sound,
   He will take us by the hand;
Lead us to our Final Home,
   nestled up in Beaulah Land!

No more heartaches will be known,
   not one tear will dim the eye;
As the storms of life all pass,
   not a cloud left in the sky!

Once we've crossed inside those gates,
   no more burdens more to bear;
No more parting, no more pain,
   not one sorrow over there!

We'll live forever on that shore,
   never grow a bit more old;
Time in Heaven will not count,
   as we'll walk those streets of gold!

Don't you think I'm poor or lonely,
   this 'ole world is not my home;
For I'm just-a-passin' through-
   thinking 'bout that place I'll roam!

When to Heaven I've ascended,
   could be morning night or noon;
With My Jesus right beside me-
   Heaven's Angels all in tune!

I can hear those trumpets sounding,
   yes I know I'm Heaven bound:
Since I found Him as My Saviour,
   I'll receive a harp and crown!

#heaven #christian #spiritual #religious

Apr 2016

leona chaput

Lead Me Jesus

Take me Jesus by the hand
Lead me to your promised land
Where there's peace and no
More sorrow
Where you take me by
My hand
With power lead on Jesus
Towards the place
Where your angels are
Singing songs of praise
To honor you with love
Lead me, lead me with you
To the place you call heaven
Lead me, lead me, take me
In your precious hands
With glorious love
Where I can find your
Perfect love

BY: Leona Chapu

Apr 2016

eunsung aka Silas

moments of grace

I get up even when I don't want to
God thank you for my life
and the courage to keep putting
one foot in front of the other

#prayer #god #grace #gratitude

Apr 2016

Alyssa Underwood

Beauty and Beauty Lost

We're awakened to our insatiable longing for heaven
through both beauty and the painful marring of it.
For beauty hints to us of that for which we are truly made,
and its marring shouts that we are truly not meant to find it here.

We can be eternally grateful for beauty lost when we realize
that it's one of the great secret-tellers of the universe.
Still we fear it so and often fear even to hope for the beauty itself,
though they are a necessary cycle that fuels us on and drives us home.

We cannot deny or diminish our intense longing for beauty--
to see it and have it and be it, and we cannot pretend that its
dreadful loss does not press down upon us like a crushing weight.
We must let it crush us until our ache for heaven is excruciating.

#beauty #beautylost #heaven #longing #home #pain #loss #ache #marring #marred

Apr 2016

Alyssa Underwood

A Greater Glory

When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth

When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity

When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do

When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear

When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."

When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face

When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me

When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place

When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head

When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings

When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal."
2 Corinthians 4:16-18

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtzAciGlgKE&spfreload=5

#beauty #glory #vanity #aging #jesus #god #heaven #eternity #loss #death

Apr 2016

Robert Blankenship

Some Beautiful Morn

Some beautiful morning
Some beautiful day
Christ will come
To take me away.
Away to my home
Beyond this lifes shore
To live with him
Forevermore .

Apr 2016

Robert Blankenship

BOUND

In the struggles of life
Through the sting of death
Into the joy of inseparablness
And so we shall be with the Lord forever.

RLB

Apr 2016

Robert Blankenship

By Faith

From the distance I can hear
The glorious drumbeats roll
Far far away
In the eternal home of my soul

I can feel the air
It is warm as in the spring
I hear the golden bells
As in praise to Christ they ring

I can smell the scents
Of flowers of honeysuckle on the vine
And of the pine trees standing tall
Aromas so divine

I can taste the sweetness
Of water clean and pure
In a land that knows no night
Of this I am sure

I can see the beauty
Of mountains rising high
Piercing through the snow white clouds
Up into the azure sky

Looking into the horizon
I see the things which I seek
My saviour, love and joy
And heavens eternal peace

In the distance I also see
Loved ones that I have known
With JESUS our precious Saviour
In their far away eternal home

These things to me are real
And I cannot wait
For these things I see
Through my eyes of faith

RLB

I was thinking of heaven today and what it must be like there and how I can't wait to see it.These thoughts came to me so I wrote them down in a poem.I know that heaven is far beyond anything I can attempt to imagine or describe, but the things I love I can't help but think will be there pure and untarnished by sin. The thought causes me to think how beautiful heaven must be, and with each passing day I long for heaven more than the day before.
Thank you Lord Jesus.

Apr 2016

Joseph J Breunig 3rd

Poem: Eternity

In the quiet garden of Heaven,
one day I'll walk beneath the trees
with the coolness of God's Spirit
flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze.

In the royal kingdom of priests,
I'll run barefoot on streets of soft gold,
overwhelmed by the perfection of peace,
following where angels had previously strolled.

Before the awesome throne room,
I'll exude continual heartfelt praise
as part of God's familial host
safe and secure in everlasting days.

From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

Apr 2016

Jimmy Hegan

REJOICE !

In watchfulness and praise,
His  holy mount is reached,
He cometh sure to take His Bride,
As the sanctified have preached .

The Christ of the saints will return to the earth,
Rejoice, singing all day,
How good the Lord how great His work,
Rejoice singing all day.

There's harmony and peace
When holiness our aim,
No doubting then when truth we Know,
And all righteousness shun fame.

It's only through His grace,
Redemption  we attain,
No dark'ning  clouds can  mar our sight,
When the kingdom is obtained.

Christ satisfies our hearts,
In trails He gives strength,
With inward might we brave the storms,
And His gentleness our wealth.

Restoreth  He the sick,
His scourgings heal our pains,
All Satan's might He crushed for e'er.
Lo! His faithfulness remains.

Apr 2016

Jimmy Hegan

GLORIOUS CHURCH

Do you hear them coming, thronging,
Leaping o'er the steeps  of light,
Clad  in glorious , shining garments,
Blood-washed garments, pure and bright.

'Tis a glorious Church , without spot or wrinkle,
Adorned as the Bride of the Lamb,
'Tis a glorious Church without spot or wrinkle,
Adorned as the Bride of the Lamb,

Do you hear the stirring anthems,
Filling all the earth and sky?
'Tis a grand, victorious army,
Lift its banner up on high!

News fear the clouds of sorrow,
Never fear the storms of sin,
We shall triumph on the morrow,
Even now our joys begin.

Wave the banner , should His praises,
For our victory is high !
We shall join our congu'ring  Saviour,
We shall reign with Him on high.