The moment that I leave this place, my body left behind
Straight to God’s glorious Throne I’ll go and precious peace
I’ll find.
The angels all around will sing and praise will fill my
heart,
With hands raised high in gratitude this worship’s just the
start.
The moment that I leave this place my soul will be set free,
And in His presence, hope fulfilled, what beauty I will see.
The limits of this world so far have kept me earthly bound,
But then I’ll rise and soar to Him with glorious trumpet
sound.
The moment that I leave this place all pain in shadows fade,
Replaced by gentle loving hands, back to the child He made.
The presence of my Savior now no longer just a dream
All voices raised in joyful song how dim this life will
seem.
The moment that I leave this place you may somehow be sad,
And grieve our time now at an end and miss the joy we had.
But know, dear one, we’ll meet again if your heart hears His
call.
If to His precious love you’ll turn and rise above The Fall.
He gave His life upon the cross no greater love could be,
That all who call upon His name live in eternity.
Those arms are open now for you just turn and see His face.
So at that moment we’ll be joined when you will leave this
place.
To His Glory
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My hope still lies
In heavens eyes
In Jesus looking down.
When trouble swirls
When darts are hurled
He makes each pain His own.
This heart will hold
Each promise told
And love He offers free.
So mind can shed
Its deepest dread
For His eyes rest on me.
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RELEASE
It's time to release the
oars
and lay back.
Heart, mind, soul set adrift without sail
or compass.
Sublime surrender.
To cease to control the
currents that carry.
It's time to release and lay back.
Notice Peaceful when it's
there,
and
Calm.
To take comfort in the
gentle rocking.
Secure in His
presence.
It's time to release.
To look wide-eyed at the
beautiful glistening
on
the surface ahead.
To watch as the suns
brightness reveals truth.
And feel the warmth and
love.
It's time.
Feel the cool breeze and
soft rain
after the scalding has passed.
Wolves on the bank are
replaced by a clearing,
a meadow, a spring.
There is rest.
Each moments heals one hurt, then two.
A gentle strength returns.
Only then pick up the oars
without the thrashing
of before.
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Campanella
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RENEW
There
is no kinder place on earth
Than where I wait for You.
The
quietness I long to find
In You my peace is true.
The
decades lost in worried haste
The time I’ve left behind,
Lie
in the sea of selfishness
Cast far beyond my mind.
For
in my Potter’s loving hands
Each crack He gently smoothes.
To
change this willing vessel
To a child that he can use.
2015
© Charlene M Campanella
(May not be used or reproduced without written consent from the author)
