I want to journey to a place,
that’s unknown and unfamiliar;
He’ll stop the sense of déjà vu
and nothing can be familiar.
I’d love to get that sensation,
to live without pointing fingers;
when surrounded by holy peace,
I can know His Presence lingers.
Within this blessed serenity,
I’ll find His joy without worries;
Life slows to a Godly pace where
I’m being, not in a hurry…
to escape His magnificence!
Imagine streets without violence,
whereby music fills the air and
sirens are replaced by silence.
There will be no more funerals,
but continued celebrations
of Life and God’s enduring Truth;
we’ll praise- Christ for His Salvation,
The Holy Ghost for His comfort
and the Love of The Great I Am.
Finally, we’ll witness first hand,
grown lions lying down with lambs.
Happiness will be realized
under Heaven’s bright atmosphere;
all pain and suffering is gone,
since our eternal God is here!
No weather forecasts are needed
when perfection is everywhere;
joyful songs of praise fill our ears,
as we rest in His lasting care!
.
.
.
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Cor 2:9; John 14:27; Phil 4:6-7;
Isa 11:1-6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
I want to journey to a place,
that’s unknown and unfamiliar;
He’ll stop the sense of déjà vu
and nothing can be familiar.
I’d love to get that sensation,
to live without pointing fingers;
when surrounded by holy peace,
I can know His Presence lingers.
Within this blessed serenity,
I’ll find His joy without worries;
Life slows to a Godly pace where
I’m being, not in a hurry…
to escape His magnificence!
Imagine streets without violence,
whereby music fills the air and
sirens are replaced by silence.
There will be no more funerals,
but continued celebrations
of Life and God’s enduring Truth;
we’ll praise- Christ for His Salvation,
The Holy Ghost for His comfort
and the Love of The Great I Am.
Finally, we’ll witness first hand,
grown lions lying down with lambs.
Happiness will be realized
under Heaven’s bright atmosphere;
all pain and suffering is gone,
since our eternal God is here!
No weather forecasts are needed
when perfection is everywhere;
joyful songs of praise fill our ears,
as we rest in His lasting care!
.
.
.
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Cor 2:9; John 14:27; Phil 4:6-7;
Isa 11:1-6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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