We often say, “This is the end of a perfect day.” But the perfect day never comes to an end!
By Erwin Bourne
I entered once a home of pain, With want and penury so plain: A broken chair, a carpet bare— It seemed they had more than their share Of earthly want, a place so gaunt. Why couldn’t life on earth be fair?
‘Twas then I heard the Bible say: “The former things are passed away.”
We enter this life with a cry; In passing through, we moan and sigh. A broken heart has torn apart— Our lives—He’ll strengthen us to try— The loss sustain, our hurt disdain, When years in suffering we have lain.
Above—I heard the message plain: “Neither shall there be more pain.”
Our pillow oft’ is wet with tears; We wrestle with our doubts and fears. We question why, so oft’ we cry— When we’ve a mansion in the sky. No crying there, No sorrow where— Our treasure is—sweet by and bye.
/Tis in God’s Book this line appears: “And God shall wipe away all tears.”
I heard the daughter softly say: “Now, Mother’s gone—she’s passed away.” No more sorrow, no more pain, Why do we grieve, we weep in vain. She’s in “Glory!” No more worry. For us it’s loss—for her ‘tis gain.
‘Twas then I sensed the sweetest breath: “And there shall be no more death.”
‘Twas tears and pain that passed away; There’s no end to the perfect day! The silver edge is heaven’s pledge— Beyond the dark cloud’s threat’ning play That sorrow here, the anguished tear. Will by God’s hand be wiped away!
The holy city will descend: “And God Himself shall dwell with men.”
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes: And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow , nor crying, Neither shall there be any more pain: For the former things are passed away” (Revelation 21:4).
God bless you! Erwin
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