Now I have joy in my pain through sorrow,
Knowing that in Christ it be gone tomorrow;
For my salvation in His body of the church,
While in prayer I go to God for my search;
Through poetry I became a servant of God,
Be given to me as a gift to honor and laud;
Transposing God's Word into works of art,
Written as it pours outward from the heart;
The secret kept from all of the generations,
Made clear to all His saints by inspirations;
To whom God gave knowledge of wealth,
Being pleased with their spiritual health.
The secret of the glory being shared by all,
As Christ enters within for hope to befall;
Each and everyone feel the glory of hope,
As we travel through this life able to cope;
Knowing that we are merely in transition,
Joining Christ on a quest in an expedition;
Journeying far off to permanently reside,
Within our Heavenly Father for to abide.
