When my father's mother went to be with the Lord in 1982 my grandfather was widowed for the second time. He opened his Bible to 1 Thessalonians 4 and in the quietness of his study he penned this poem. OUR BLESSED HOPE by C. Richard Phelps, Sr. (Read I Thessalonians 4:13-18) v. 13 - God would have His people to know, So that He might encourage their heart, Of a hope that is ever a radiant glow In times when loved ones depart. These are “asleep” (in plainest words we’re told); For them do not cry As others have done since days of old When those who are dear to them die. For there are many about us who have no hope Beyond this present life. In the darkness of sin they forever grope Through days of sorrow and strife. v. 14 - But those who believe that Jesus died And arose again from the tomb, Have an unfailing hope that can turn the tide And drive away all their gloom. v. 15 - For souls of these whose bodies now We lay beneath sod, Will be brought again from heaven somehow We’re assured by the Word of God. v. 16 - Our Lord will descend to earth’s dark rim With shout both loud and strong To awaken the ones who belong to Him, The redeemed, that blood-washed throng. The voice of Michael will next be heard, Giving a clear command, For his angels to await his signal word For the conflict nigh at hand. The trump of God will then resound To summon on their way All on earth His grace hath found For whose sins Christ’s death did pay. v. 17 - Together shall we, His spotless bride, Be caught up in the air To meet the Lord, with Him to abide And forever His glory share. v. 18 - Take comfort then, O child of God, The best is yet to be. Keep serving Christ and onward plod Till that great day we see. Posted by Caleb
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