The Best Is Yet to Come
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By Gerald Bergeron
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The best is yet to come I closed my eyes in what seemed like a dream, and opened them in another land. I saw trees that were perfect and the bluest sky, many things I could not understand.
I heard sounds that appeared as great choirs all singing that rang out with a melody of praise. I saw people arrayed in the brightest apparel that blinded of heavenly rays.
There were creatures I saw that were so different, yet all were so beautiful and kind. I searched my thoughts to see if I had ever seen such a sight, yet nothing like these came to my mind.
Their appearance was very awesome and yet somehow you still had no fear. They just stared as though they were beckoning you to follow, with a love that just drew you near.
The grass was so green, with not even a blade out of place, and the streets seemed like streams made of gold. Everything looked, as though it had just been made nothing was battered or old.
I saw no sun casting shadows about, yet the brilliance of a shining array. I saw no darkness just magnificent colors, as if waking to a perfect day.
The families I passed all turned, waved, and smiled, with a joy that just seemed so complete. As I turned around I saw a massive throne, with others kneeling down at God’s feet.
Crowns were being laid down before Him, the rewards of the faithful and true. One of them called me to come forward, yet I had no crown, so what could I do?
I lowered my face, looking down to the street; I had shame, guilt, and despair. Then I felt a hand grab hold of mine, and He promised to walk with me there.
Tears began to fall from my eyes, yet He reached out and wiped them away. He introduced me as faithful and true; I was quiet with nothing to say.
My knees gave way and I fell down in worship, as a crown was then placed in my hand. The shame and guilt then disappeared, and I began to, now understand.
I turned my face up to the throne; I saw Jesus He was smiling so sweet. I took that crown He had given to me and laid it at my Saviors feet.
Then I stood to my feet as others had done, and now received His very best. When I heard Jesus, say well-done good and faithful servant, now enter my Fathers rest.
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Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Last Updated: Saturday, March 15, 2014
About the Poet
I am an author of seven christian books all self published, and a believers bible study Journal. One of my books is a poetry book with about 200 poems. I am married and have three sons and a daughter, love writing Christian poetry.
Other Poems by Gerald Bergeron
- A Call to Arms
- A Day with the Lord
- A Sight to See
- Angels Watch over You
- Another Wonderful Year
- Armor of God
- Contact Prayer
- Day of the Lord
- Faith in the fire
- False Fame
- Feed
- Freedom's Road
- God's Puzzle
- Happy Birthday Jesus
- He First Loved Me
- Heavenly Battle
- Holy Ghost Power
- Home Sick
- I Am Finally Home
- I Will
- Idol Heart
- In Jesus Name
- Love Your Mother
- Maybe Today
- Moving the Veil
- My Resolution
- Name of Jesus
- Nana's Chair
- No More Dreaming
- Not I Who Lives
- Praise Him All Your Days
- Resurrection Joy
- Saved by Grace
- Streets of Gold
- The Best Is Yet to Come
- The First Load
- The Innocent
- The Marriage Supper
- The Storm Is still
- Unconditionally
- We Win
- Who Is Able
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