Thursday, October 28, 2010
After my body lies cold in the ground
(Worms by my rib cage, but no other sound)--
After my tombstone lies broken and worn,
Some day I yet will be fresh as the morn.
Jesus will come with a glorious shout.
Graves will crack open, and I will come out!
If I was rotting, no longer I'll stink.
Flesh will mesh freshly, and all in a blink.
I will rise upward--we'll meet in the air.
Then and for always, his presence I'll share!
I'll see his glory, his power, his grace--
Holy, not burned by his radiant face.
For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
--1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 ESV
...we know that when he appears1 we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.
--1 John 3:2 ESV
Remember, the Bible's promises of eternal blessing are only for those who turn from self and sin, to Jesus--to Jesus, the One who died for our sins and who rose that we may be justified.
My thanks to Magpie Tales for the image (above) that prompted this poem. You can read other people's reactions to the photo by clicking the link.
Poem ©2010 James L. Swindle. You may print up to 100 copies for non-commercial use, so long as you include the copyright notice.