If not by the richness of Your grace, where will these little ones be?
No man can comprehend the day of the Lord, not even the wisest men of the east.
The hour has come and the children are ready, they were waiting for the day when the trumpet will sound.
As the days draw nearer, the vessels are now in display; arrayed and waiting for the sunlight.
The soul of the diligent, now on the horizon will see the promised One coming in the clouds with a company of His holy Angels.
His little flock will rejoice and with a joyful heart look towards the north.
Like Elisha cried out my father, my father, likewise will it be for the children of the bride chamber but with a joyous cry.
And with a warm embrace, the heavens will open it's mouth, and gather all His saints to Himself.
A fountain of tears and with united hearts, we will see the Son as He is and now with his friends.
The Son of God, an advocate with the Father, who has called out His people from the wilderness.
He will bring them into the House of lights, where He will dine with them forever.
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