Sunday Poetry

• One Day


• Someday, I'll meet the Maker of the sunset's glow.


• He'll show me how the colors mixed, just so.


• He'll show me, too, the way the rainbow curves And help me make my own (if I've the nerve).


• He'll explain all equations so I will understand And magnify the crevices all across the land.


• Mysteries I cannot fathom will be explained, at last.


• He'll help me see the beauty of the ages past.


• He'll let me look at Jesus heart, 'til


• He knows I understand The way it broke and why He has those nail scars in his hand.


• Then, He'll draw me close beside Him and He'll bring Jesus, too.


• We'll watch the vastness of His whole universe in view.


• One day (it won't be long now), and the dark glass will be clear.


• We'll see our Hope of Ages face to face, so very near.


• He'll touch our faces with those loving nail scarred hands.


• One day, there will be nothing that we cannot understand.


• ~ * ~ If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.


• For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved." Romans 10:9-11


• As the Scripture says, Anyone who trusts in him will never be put to shame.


• © by Joan Clifton Costner