Thursday, October 3, 2013

Clothed in Linen

Clothed in linen, white and pure
Radiant, I'll not be demure

I'll fly swiftly to Your feet
When at last, that day we meet

With love and joy that knows no bounds
Gleefully, I'll give you crowns

Oh that I may see Your face!
Sadness? Fear? Not a trace!

To be with You forevermore...
My greatest joy, of that I'm sure.