Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith

The Party Is Waiting

I wait for that city
You've gone to prepare
for Your children who You love
and want to meet You there.

I'll not stumble
through the pearly gate,
I'll stand proud and tall,
as we walk as symbols of Your call.

I'll wait for You to say,
"Come My Children, pass through,
the party is waiting for all of You.

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The Party Is Waiting

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