Bathed in Glory
This is a poem about heaven. Two of my dear friends passed away recently, and it stirred me to write about heaven—about seeing them again and seeing Jesus.
While it's quite hard to describe what heaven will be like, I hope this blesses you.
Bathed in Glory
To stand before our God and King
And hear the jubilant angels sing
To gaze upon such wondrous Love
All holy as the whitest dove
Is far beyond all earthly joy
That mortal hearts could e‘er deploy
To look into His fiery eyes
And find Him there, our Holy prize
Oh the gift, eternal Love
It wraps our souls like well-worn gloves
Surrounded by the sweetest grace
With friends we love that share this place
Blameless will we stand and be
Before the royal court of Three
All our senses now awake
There but by His holy sake
Waking up in this new land
Bathed by glory, there we stand
Greeting friends and family too
Full of life, our dreams made true
WGS 1/17/26