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(It was a cold, rainy day. I was
ironing and these |
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thoughts
came to me. I
felt that God led me through it) |
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| "You ask me if I'm really sure I'll go to
Heaven when I die." |
| "Oh, yes, I'm sure beyond all doubt," I
joyously reply. |
| And then I get to thinking of that glorious,
wondrous day |
| When life shall end for me down here, and with
wings I'll fly away |
| I try to imagine how it will be when I first
enter Heaven's gate |
| Will Jesus be right there to meet me or will I
have to wait? |
| Is that Jesus coming toward me? No, I
think its Peter drawing near |
| He says he'd like to talk to me, its something
I should really hear. |
| And as I listen I'm reminded of that awful
Crucifixion day |
| And of the disciples who slept in the Garden
while Jesus knelt alone to pray. |
| I remember now it was Peter who vowed he'd
stand by to the very end |
| Then, just a short time later, denied that
Jesus was his Friend |
| I knew I had to ask him then, "Peter, how did
you feel that day |
| When Jesus turned His eyes on you and you had
to look away?" |
| "It was so long ago", was Peter's reply, "and
my Lord knew I loved Him so |
| And He loved me and quickly forgave me, and
that's what I want you to know |
| 'Cause when you meet Him face to face as you
will in a moment or two |
| You'll know how I felt 'cause He looked at me
just as He's going to look at you." |
| "But, wait a minute, Peter", I cried, "I never
denied my Lord |
| I never denied I knew Him, or spurned His
precious Word." |
| "That may be true", was Peter's answer, "But,
when He turns his gaze on you |
| You'll think of all the things you could have
done and failed to do." |
| He will not rebuke you, friend, 'cause His
love for you is true and real |
| And though you've failed Him just as I, He'll
understand just how you feel |
| Now I must go for I have finished what I met
you here to say |
| And Jesus stands there waiting now to welcome
you Home today." |
| "Oh, Peter, please don't leave me yet for
suddenly I'm afraid to look |
| I tremble just to meet His gaze - I fear what
might be in that book." |
| And my imagination leaves me standing in
Jesus' blessed presence there |
| 'Cause I'm afraid to raise my eyes to meet His
searching stare. |
| And so I pray instead, "Oh, God, forgive me
for my sinful ways |
| For I have failed you many times and wasted
countless precious days |
| And when I failed to witness or neglect to
spread the precious Word |
| I'm guilty as poor Peter who so long ago
denied my Lord. |
| Please help me Lord, to be more faithful - to
seek Your will from day to day |
| To be the humble servant, - living, loving,
serving, - all the time in every way." |
| And when I get to Heaven and my Saviour's
blessed face I seek |
| Will I be able to return His gaze or will I,
like Peter, turn away and weep? |
