This poem was born out of a conversation about parenting my kids in widowhood. This simple phrase "wait until your father gets home" is turned on its head and so much more meaningful when I ground it in the truth of our future reality in Revelation 21.
The city descending
The brilliance of it radiating
Jewels bright and sparkling
Precious, pure, and glistening.
Now the Father with man is dwelling
With us He is living
Forever more sustaining
He is our being.
Wait till Your Father gets home
Wait till Your Father gets home
Death will be blighted
Our faith will be sighted
Just wait till Your Father gets home.
No sun or moon shining
For the glory of Glory is lighting
Expansively illuminating
Bringing life and healing.
The river is flowing
And the trees are bearing
True life revealing
From the throne us sustaining.
Wait till Your Father gets home
Wait till Your Father gets home
Wrongs will be righted
Our faith will be sighted
Just wait till Your Father gets home.
Crying vanquished
Pain banished
Mourning no more.
Hurt eradicated
Sin annihilated
Eternally with our Lord.
Wait till Your Father gets home
Wait till Your Father gets home
With Him united
Our faith will be sighted.
Just wait till Your Father gets home.
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