Poem of a Psalm 118
God what You are,
No one can replace,
Making all sin to stand far,
In heaven preparing for Your disciples a place...
Eternal kingdom we await,
With joyful songs of the highest praise,
Seeking Your promise that You had made,
To Rapture Your bride, the Church, in the skies without a trace...
I love not money and fame,
Your Rapture is my only hope today,
All I have achieved, in life,
It is only because of the blessings You gave me, even before You taught me how to pray...
Thank you, LORD, in Jesus's name. Amen!
