The pain is gone, the sorrow too.
Perhaps today I'll tread no more
This weary land down here with you.
Perhaps today this Time shall cease,
And I will reach Eternity,
Perhaps today the unseen God
Is seen in Jesus' face by me.
Perhaps today all trouble ends,
And every eye who loves Him sees
Their Lord of Hope shine through the clouds,
And hears the trumpet's jubilee.
Perhaps today on eagles' wings
We rise to meet Him in the air.
Perhaps today He wipes each tear,
And we shall meet again up there.
Mark Humber 31/05/2025
Dedicated to the memory of the late Leon Smith and his wife Jean Smith. This image was on the wall of their home, where I lived for some time and we often discussed it. I found it online in low resolution and enhanced it.
Perhaps today I'll tread no more
This weary land down here with you.
Perhaps today this Time shall cease,
And I will reach Eternity,
Perhaps today the unseen God
Is seen in Jesus' face by me.
Perhaps today all trouble ends,
And every eye who loves Him sees
Their Lord of Hope shine through the clouds,
And hears the trumpet's jubilee.
Perhaps today on eagles' wings
We rise to meet Him in the air.
Perhaps today He wipes each tear,
And we shall meet again up there.
Mark Humber 31/05/2025
Dedicated to the memory of the late Leon Smith and his wife Jean Smith. This image was on the wall of their home, where I lived for some time and we often discussed it. I found it online in low resolution and enhanced it.
