Oh, Won't That Be Something...

What A Day that Will Be

Oh, won’t that be something when He plucks the veil

From our haggard earth-dimmed view

When visions of sickness and sorrow grow pale

In Heaven’s immortal hue

Oh, won’t that be something when we touch our feet

Not on this world’s broken sod

But skimming the surface of golden streets

Into the arms of God?

Oh, won’t that be something when we fly beyond

The sunset that borders the west

And all of our weeping and groaning is gone

In that promised land of rest

Oh, won’t that be something when we lay aside

This mortal body of dust

As we look to see gleaming gates swinging wide

Where treasure will never rust

Oh, won’t that be something when He takes our hand

Though wretched and poor it may be

When we hear the words, ‘good and faithful servant

I have a mansion for thee’

Oh, won’t that be something when we fall before

The throne of the heavenly King

And we praise our Savior forevermore

As ageless eternities wing

© Janet Martin

All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.

John 6:37

In the birthday poem below Mary left a comment that really got me thinking...