by Donita Weddle

Created on: September 20, 2008

In sweetest awe I gaze upon
the blessed Master's face
I wonder at His depth of love
and marvel at His grace.

A picture speaks a thousand words
but still it can't compare
To the glory of that blessed day
we meet face to face up there.

Oh glorious day, oh wondrous day
when we stand before the throne
No sweeter melody can we hear
than "Child, welcome home".

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