What a Day It Will Be
I can only imagine the preparations being made for your arrival. The feast being laid out and the glasses being polished to a sparkle. The music is playing and everyone is humming with anticipation. Family and friends are fussing about, giddy with expectation. Your host is overseeing everything with a gleam in His eye, knowing the hour draws nigh. Your love stands proudly, ready to welcome you through the door. As the angels are singing and strumming their chords, worshipping our Lord. Soon the seam in between this world and that will be torn, just as in the day you were born. Young to old and old to new. You have completed your journey through. And though your glory we cannot see, our faith confirms it to be. Trading your cross for a crown; Dirty rags hit the ground. Flowing robes of righteousness now adorn you as victory is found. Overwhelming joy and love abound. We will make our own preparations, a farewell to make you proud. We will honor you, dear matriarc...