Poem of a Psalm 132
I seek to dwell in the land called Zion,
The Holy mountain of my LORD,
Like an eagle on which top I will fly on,
To bow before His eternal throne...
Like a baby who seeks His father purely,
So my soul seeks Jesus's return,
Who has kept and loved me since I was formed in my mother's lomb and surely,
He will rapture all the true believers before He sends the rest to burn...
Amen!
