We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Some day, quite soon the thund'ring sky will give voice to He, Who with that voice created all things. Magnificent for He saves us by His Choice. His rescue plan, better far than space ship sings. At moment's notice He then lifts through the sky His chosen ones by trumpet call, that still rings. We can't make plans for airplane trip way up high, but ready make our hearts for Bridegroom comes soon. No tax, nor airfare fees can ever apply. The living Son, Whose Merits make by trust boon. Bought heart a vessel for the blest Holy Oil. When called we wave goodbye to Earth and the moon. This earthly house of wearisome, lonely toil gives way to life as death no more may us foil. by Jay O’Toole on August 29th, 2025 ![]() |