Even though we grieve deeply in the loss of loved ones who have gone before us, yet we hold on to the anchor of hope for our souls in the promises of God, whose Word assures followers of Christ of better things to come. May the words of this poem help direct your gaze toward better things.
Your Word speaks, O Lord, of much better things
And in this great hope we are saved
Saved by the grace of our great King of kings
The pathway to heaven now paved
O how our hearts long to dwell in that place
Where mansions of glory await
Where gold lines the streets and pearls clothe the gates
Our wondrous eternal estate
But here down below our troubles increase
Our sorrows and griefs multiply
Hearts ache with sadness at loved ones deceased
While tears flow like streams never dry
Sons for their fathers and fathers for sons
Weep watching them march off to war
Fighting for freedoms and liberations
Some not to embrace anymore
Others are mothers whose newborns lie still
The sun never gleamed in those eyes
Daily she wonders just how long until
She sings her unsung lullabies
Then ring the voices of faithful and pure
True witnesses of Your promise
Cheering us on with the hope to endure
Lord, may your strength come upon us
Even so, come, Jesus, come and come soon
Come gather us home in the sky
Come let your saints hear that sweet trumpet tune
And dance with the angels on high
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