One day, all fleshly hungers shall abate.
I hunger after righteousness instead
and long to share His table and be fed
and weighed with glory, that eternal weight
for which I hope and earnestly await.
For when I cast this body off and shed
this tabernacle when my flesh is dead,
a body glorified shall be my fate.
It shall not suffer hunger pangs or thirst,
for there shall be no famine, neither drought,
and it shall be set free from any curse,
for there shall be no unbelief or doubt.
God give me revelation from each verse
I read about the day this is found out.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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