IT WONT BE LONG
It Wont Be Long
The house where I was razed
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
And a overflowing love of my
Grandmother sing her song to
Jehovah our God ,
She always started our day off
With a kiss , and a word of prayer
She never had a bad word to say ,
Her love for Jehovah God kept her
Strong , but now she is gone ,
I often wish the night would play
Her songs of prays ,
I remember when she would tell me
To always start my days of with a kiss
Of prays to our God ,
Look out the window and see the beauty
Of the land ,
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups that gives out
There love , those flowers made of light!
With Jehovah in sight ,
The tree is rooted deep like you and I ,
Our faith must run like the Mediterranean Sea
To live this life is like a race ,
Never take your eyes of of the love of Jehovah's grace,
Always be rejoicing and give all you got in your
Heart to the maker of it ,
Greet all your brothers and sisters with a holy kiss ,
When you hear the words of ''Peace and Security ''
From world wide ,
Hang on because it will be soon Jehovah will come
And bring us home ,
To swallows up the darkness ,
And his love will shine on ,
My spirit flew in my grandmothers hand with much love,
I remember the fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
I would be so enthused by the make of the land ,
To know I'm farther off from Heaven ,
But I know Jehovah is where my heart belongs ,
I cry out in my grandmothers song ,
Keep holding on and it wont belong
Jehovah will take us home .
Lilly Emery (C)
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