WELL DONE MY CHILD WELL DONE
"I'm coming in the morning
you've not long to wait;
I am the Living Water
inside the Eastern Gate.
I'm coming in the morning
your battle has been won;
Paradise is now your life
Well done my child well done."
I hear the voice of Jesus
come softly over air;
I hear Him in the garden
I hear Him in my prayer.
He speaks a soft and gentle voice
tears stream down my face;
when He tells me He has come
to take me to His place.
"I'm coming in the morning
you've not long to wait;
I am the Living Water
inside the Eastern Gate.
I'm coming in the morning
your battle has been won;
Paradise is now your life
Well done my child well done."
I look upon the sunset
and bid my last goodbye;
darkness falls upon the earth
as clouds go rolling by.
I think about tommorrow
and my path along the way;
enroute to meet my Jesus
and again I hear Him say.
"I'm coming in the morning
you've not long to wait;
I am the Living Water
inside the Eastern Gate.
I'm coming in the morning
your battle has been won;
Paradise is now your life
Well done my child well done."
© 1999 by Linda J. Adams
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Linda's Reflections, My Poetry
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