said she to me,
Not for me,
For I shall see
That Wonderful Face of He.
The One who died to set us free from pain, death, and misery.
Rejoice for me,
Sing praise to Him
For you and I will meet again.
It may be here,
Or it may be there,
Near The Crystal Sea
Where outstretched Arms
Await for WE.
My friend, always know,
It's never about you,
Nor about me......But, always about the One
Who hung on the tree.
Hung He did on that appointed day
His crowned-head high above all
His blood flowing down
Both to allow man's entrance to
The Throne of Grace and the Way.
"No, give praise to Him."
Today, our view, at best is dim...
We shall not just see each other again, but we'll see Him, face to face.
(from a conversation between a dear friend and me)
