THE OTHER SIDE
This isn't death, it glory!
It isn't dark, it's light;
It isn't stumbling, groping,
Or even faith,-it's sight!
This isn't grief, it's having
My last tear wiped away.
It's sunrise, it's the morning
Of my eternal day!
This isn't even praying,
It's speaking face to face;
It's listening and it's glimpsing
The wonders of His grace.
This is the end of pleading
For strength to bear my pain;
Not even pain's dark memory
Will never live again.
How did I bear the earth life
Before I came up higher,
Before my soul was granted
Its every deep desire,
Before I knew this rapture
Of meeting face to face
That One who sought me, saved me,
And kept me by His grace!
~Author-Unknown~