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Dec 2018
When my Father calls me home,
what a wonderous day t'will be;
Fellowshiping with the Saints,
and sitting on God's knee.
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I'll talk with those of old,
Abraham, Isaac, and Job;
And I can visit God,
upon His mighty Throne.
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I'll be seated for a Feast,
where the other Saints will dine;
We'll sit and eat together,
they'll be no sense of time.
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Peace will overcome me,
I'll praise my God each day;
I'll soar just like an Eagle,
and land where e'er I may.
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I know Jesus will hold me,
I'm the Apple of His eye;
What a glorious day t'will be,
when I meet Him in the sky.
Written by
Poetress2  59/F/IL
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