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Wait Till Your Father Gets Home


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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