At my Father's at Last

by huddy   Jan 8, 2009


Past the reason of understanding
Beyond the great curves of time and space
My day begins and my walk ends
The great valleys are green
And the sun is at set
All me pains are washed away by Christ
My redeemer and friend

Joy comes in the morning
I am reminded of it in His touch
The clocks start ticking
But we never run out of time
Birds begin to sing and melody fills the air
And each of my eternal steps is taken with great care

Gently by the heavenly streams
Father and I we slope
I long for no earthly bread
But for that which is good for soul
The world was cunning
But now I am home
Far from fear but in me Father's throne I boast

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