Of Grace Fulfilled

Rev.4:21And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Partly because of,partly because we hurt when loved ones hurt,partly because of tomorrow's unknowingness,and partly by the hymn at the end of this posttoday's poem was inspired... Does the mental image of God gathering you closeto brush away your tears forever and heal every hurt forevercomfort you as it comforts me?In this world we will have trouble but take heart!He has overcome the world and if we believe in Himand receive by faith, the gift of salvation, purchased through Jesus' shed blood,no matter what we are going through, it will be worth it all! Just as we know the life of gardens waits beneath the snowSo we know the life of every believer awaits glorious perfectionbeyond the grave... I'd like to learn to live as if each day could be my last To don the gait of faith rather than panic's frantic pace To recognize each morning as a barge with hoisted mast Embarking on time's rolling sea, commandeered by God's grace Then, though the barge may groan and shift beneath life's weight of careI'd like to bear in mind the part no wishing can eraseEre moments fall behind me, and to live, humbly awareThat, come what may, nothing transcends God's all-sufficient grace ...then live so if the barge of morn should take its farewell tourAnd the last drop of ink be drained in parting, from poised penThe lyric on life's final page would echo those beforeA hymn of grateful praise to He who gives and takes. Amen I'd like to learn to live as if each day could be The DayWhen God's Hands cup my face; each broken hallelujah healedAnd then, just as He promised, wipe every last tear away The barge of morning moored where grace fulfilled will be revealed Janet Martin Do you believe? Have you received the gift above all gifts? "Faith and fear both demand you believe in something you cannot see. You choose!" — Bob Proctor