Obedience Love And Faith

 The things we feel the things we see

The truth Christ had to tell

Continues yet to set us free

From chains and endless hell


We hope to sit upon a throne

Through faith we break death’s mould

It’s through our faith in Christ alone

We’ll walk the streets of gold


Through love we’ll see our Father’s face

Through love we’ll live on high

Through Jesus’ love God’s boundless grace

We’ll have what none can buy


Through love’s obedience, crowned with life

As sons of God we’ll rise

With robe and ring as Jesus’ wife

We’ll open wide our eyes


We’ll see what eyes have never seen

We’ll hear what no one’s heard

We’ll reign proclaimed as Jesus’ queen

Through God’s almighty word


From works alone this cannot be

Attending church won’t do

Obedient love is Heaven’s key

The door to life anew


Through Light that makes the sun look pale

We learn to understand

That through Christ’s blood we cannot fail

To reach The Promised Land


When rid of sin and wayward shame

When Heaven’s Hill we climb

We’ll stand adorned in glowing flame

Beyond the realms of time

Michael P. Johnson


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