Daily I am reminded

I am not home yet

For I am a stranger

Living in a strange land

A foreigner in a land

Not my own

An ambassador waiting for the King

To call me home before the battle begins

A bride waiting

For the Bridegroom to come take me to the Father’s house

For He has gone

To prepare a place for me

He promised that where He is

There I shall be also

He will come and take me home

And all who proclaim Christ as Lord

We will soon be removed

Before the great and dreadful Day of the Lord begins

When God’s wrath will be poured out

On those who reject God with a hardened heart

Those who close their eyes

In willful blindness

On those who plug their ears

Least they hear the truth and believe

Of God’s promises I am certain

I look back and see His faithful deliverance

I see Noah and his family

Shut in the ark, the door closed by God Himself

Lot and his family were removed before judgment began

Then the Lord rained down brimstone and fire from heaven

The Lord struck down the firstborn of Egypt

But passed over the children of Israel, seeing the blood of the Lamb

I am confident that there is a generation

Who in the twinkling of an eye will be snatched away, caught up

But the dead in Christ will rise first

Together they will be reunited and taken home

Join together with the Bridegroom

At the Marriage Supper of the Lamb

By Susan Wachtel

March 9, 2013

I confess that today I wrote for longer than five minutes. 

It’s another Saturday morn and I participating in Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Fridaywriting challenge.  Head over to her website “Lisa Jo Baker Tales from a Gypsy Mama”.  Be sure to read some of the entries from other writers.  I can promise you that you will be blessed.