I have kissed the feet of Jesus a thousand times or so.
I have knelt before the Master while others bid me go.
“Preparations must be made for our honored guest!”
But the Lord he bids me enter in my rest.
What I chooses better… The Master says to me-
for it can’t be taken it’s mine eternally.
I have waited patiently eating of the Bread
Trusting that He’ll do exactly as he said.
He made me a promise
a promise just for me-
I will stand upon His Word for my destiny.
by E.M. Bautista