Sometimes He is calling
To quicken our pace
As we press towards the goal
Of our heavenly race
Other days He just asks
That we linger and rest
And to walk by His side
Through the shadow of death
Then to us comes the hour
In His almighty plan
That we march into battle
Underneath His command
Lifting high shields of faith
Quenching fiery brands
Drawing the Spirit’s sharp sword
And on His promises stand!
I have not been to Israel
To touch its Holy sites
Nor to the Sea of Galilee
Where You taught your disciples
But Your voice that calmed a storm
Has spoken in my mind
And Your hands that healed the sick
Have gently taken mine
And the Lord of all the earth
Has walked with me today
To forgive my sin
Renew my Hope
And give me Life
Teach me His Truth
So I could learn His Way
I see myself at heaven’s door
I can hear its hinges creak
Around its frame a light shines out
As it opens before the King
What have you brought He asks
From the life you lived on earth?
Oh not a lot I sadly say
As I struggle to begin
Well, there were the mission’s trips
And every day I prayed
And regularly I read your word
And all the tithes I gave
When I stopped – he paused and gently said
That’s not why angels sing
Those were not from your deepest heart
But just temporary things
But the forgiveness you gave your parents
When their divorce left you alone
And the love you shared with strangers
When you opened up your home
And the tears of repentance that you wept
And your confession in the dark
These are the things that I truly treasure
And for these there is a crown
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