"The Lord is Coming Back"



The Lord is Coming Back


As I look out the window to see the pink blossoms,
they express such beauty and purity and reality,
that I can’t help but thik how the Lord sums
all those flowers and weeds in such surety.

We will go to His throne some wonderful day
but will we be ready to say our work’s through?
and will we be glad we’re there so we can say
Yes Lord, I did what you bid and did what I knew.

Some wonderful day we’ll see our loved ones
who have passed so many tests and many trials.
And we’ll sing for joy for what we have done
to labor for the Lord and reap riches in piles.

Some of us won’t be there to celebrate with Him
for we who have forgotten His kindness and words,
will be uprooted from the dry foundation within,
and never will His face be seen, but only discords.

So, world be ready for our time is very short
and our Lord will come so soon like a thief
that He will catch us unaware. We won’t retort.
So make each moment count for Him in belief.

We have a dream and soon it will come to pass
that is, to be with our Lord and Master once again.
For there is more than just gladness and joy at last
but happiness never known before and never again.


Copyright, 3/27/1969, Kathryn Tyler

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