Good Morning My Loves

 One day the Lord, will come without a doubt.. All who accept Him, will sing out and shout. The pathway is clear, for those who believe... Into the mysteries, to sup and receive. The lines are fallen, for the children of God.. In pleasant places, with room and with board. Those who abide, in the tabernacle of praise.. With be the ones, who the Lord will soon raise. Out of the east and out of the west.. Out of the north and out of the south.. The greatness of power and authority, will speak.  As the voice of all reason, will sit at the peak. Gone are the days, when time mattered most.. For this generation, have squandered from each coast. Worthy are the sons and the daughters, of the King.. For their sorrows will no more, be the reasons why they sing. No more distress and no more to fear.. For the Lord of the harvest, will come with great cheer. Gladness and joy, will clothe every soul.. As their names will be written, in letters of gold.

 The plans of God, will bring you wealth.. That you might go, in grace and health. As each new day, springs forth new weeds.. You should learn, to sow blessed seeds. Up to rise and smile at dawn.. For goodness waits, to tide each morn. Fairest of ten thousand sings.. To welcome every bell that rings. Do not cry, when things get rough.. For fortune comes, when your purse is tough. The gospel truth, to light your way.. Are the hope you give, as you kneel and pray. Harden not, your heart I say.. When trials meet you, on your way. Lift your eyes onto the hills.. For mercy travels, with shrouds and thrills. Come and dine, the Master calleth.. As on His table, lay feasts adorneth. Awake Oh lonely heart of care.. For the King of Glory, holds you dear.

 Everyday I make a decision.. To go out there and do my best. Sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed.. In all I do, I plant a good seed. To strive towards perfection, I must choose where to go.. To look beyond the horizon and the naysayers that I know. Fear is not an option, for the Lord is my stay.. For the Word in my heart, comes alive on my way. Yet in grief and sorrow, I surely am assured.. For certain in great wisdom, The King of Judah roars. My lodging may be haystacks, hidden in the field.. But glory hallelujah, to God I always yield. Of the seed of Gentiles, I bow before the Lord.. Like cedars dressed in Lebanon, to lay aside discord. This house in which I dwell, may it forever be.. A tapestry of worship, for all the world to see.