If The LORD Should Tarry, And Death Knocks At My Front Door

If the LORD should tarry and death knocks at my front door,

Weep not for me saying, “Oh she had a long life ahead of her. Oh what a tragedy.”

But rejoice! For I will be resting in Jesus.

 

If the LORD should tarry and death knocks at my front door,

Cast not thine hearts in sorrow,

But rejoice! And be exceedingly glad.

For I was just but a pilgrim on this earth, come to show forth the light of Christ within me.

Him who has been faithful to me, even before my very existence.

For in my own self I dare not boast of my faithfulness to Him.

Thus, shall I be resting in His faithfulness; in the same hope which Paul also rested while facing afflictions;

“For I know in whom I have believed, and I am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him until that day.”

 

If the LORD should tarry and death knocks at my front door,

Weep not for me.

For I will have been delivered from the corruption of this world.

No longer having to suffer the unending battle between good and evil within me.

But waiting for a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

Therefore, be not saddened in your hearts.

Only remember the words of my LORD—

” I am the Resurrection and the Life: He that believes in Me, though he were yet dead, yet shall he live.”

So, in His promises shall I be resting.

 

If the LORD should tarry and death knocks at my front door,

Whisper not, “how tragic, how sad.”

For to be absent in this body is to be present with the LORD.

The life of man on earth is short, fleeting, and filled with many cares.

O, the many days in the past when I was vexed day and night of death: tossing and turning, “peradventure it sweep me away while still in my sins, what then?”

But how exceedingly glad I am now!

For the Lord to have shown me mercy, and showered me with His Amazing Grace while on earth.

For the LORD to welcome me into the glorious Kingdom of His beloved Son,

Granting me assurance of life, and a new home—Eternal in the heavens.

 

If the LORD should tarry and death knocks at my front door,

Sombre not in thine hearts,

For how exceedingly glad I will be!

Knowing I have passed from death to life, just as the psalmist wrote—

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For Thou art with me.”

Thus be joyous!

For in my Father’s hands will I be in resting; singing with shouts of joy!

“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come;

Tis grace that has brought me this far, And grace that will lead me home.”

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