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