Across this churning, tossing sea of life
There lies, prepared for me, a wondrous place
Where heartbreak, sorrow, pain, all tears and strife
Dissolve, and are eternally erased
A place of perfect peace--my Lord is there
His Face shall give more light than does the sun
The multitude to sing the praises fair
Of God, the Everlasting Sovereign One
When life does rise and lift me high above
I sometimes faintly glimpse that distant shore
That glows a shining, glorious pledge of love,
A promise made by God; I need not more.
To go there now--I know I surely would
And this remains: my God, my God is good.

[A/N: My first attempt at writing a sonnet...lemme know how you think I did.]
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