When Im Called Home Psalm 39:4 Show me, LORD, my lifes end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. When I breathe my last upon this earth, Dont be sad and filled with pain. My purpose will be completed. What Ive longed for, Ive attained. Dont shed a tear, but smile instead. My death is not the end. You see...Im still living - just on a higher plane, With Jesus - my dearest friend. When my earthly BODY is lowered, Into the cold, dark, dreary ground. It wont lie there forever, Only til the trumpets sound. Please etch upon my headstone, The date God gave me birth. But enter not the month and year, He took me from this earth. MY SPIRIT WILL STILL BE LIVING, For I was saved by grace. Ill be dwelling with my Savior. In that glorious, HEAVENLY PLACE. And when the final trumpet sounds, First the dead in Christ shall rise. Then MY BODY that was buried, Will be caught up in the skies. IT WILL MEET THERE WITH MY SPIRIT. And the two shall be entwined. To form the PERFECT BODY, That my precious Lord designed. If God has not yet called you, Before that final trumpet sounds, Youll be changed and rise to meet him. For you, too, are Heaven bound. 1Thes.4:15 - 17 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, AND SO WE SHALL ALWAYS BE WITH THE LORD.…
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 03:49:26 +0000
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