Different Colour ,Same Grace

Oh come quick, the third day.

For we cry, we mourn.

We hurt, we hunger.

We Thirst, we long

For the Master’s rest.

We shall cry no more.

We shall wipe Our tears .

We shall hope some more.

Oh rejoice ye souls,

Every tribe and tongue.

He will hold us in His Arms.

His own He loved,who has believed Him
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His own He shall gathered together,Yes he shall bind us together in Love.

Oh the world will behold His greatness.

There will be a day.

He will wipe away our tears.

We shall see Our Jesus face to face.



i tot of u now & always
inspired by His sacrifice
Jan/14th/2011
05:56pm