A Call To The Remnant

A single tear falls from the Fathers face as He sees His Son return victorious. As the Father stands, Jesus, riding His majestic white stallion with a two-edged sword at His side, sees His Father. He lifts His head up towards the light and the glory. His horse majestically walks the path avoiding the golden crowns that lie beneath its feet, undisturbed by the cheers of the thousands, no the millions. And they sing “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God almighty.”

JESUS, CONQUERING HERO

I can only imagine the glory of eternity in the presence of glorious majesty. I will sing and dance before my Lord in the beauty and awe of his holiness. And of his majesty there will be no end, His majesty is eternity and that’s what we shall dwell in. And its because of that, afflictions and trials of this world are light and momentary. Let not a complaining word fall from our lips, because we stand in the shadow of Calvary. And as we consider that the God of all eternity stepped into time and space, when such a great light fell from heaven above and brought joy and hope to a world of darkness, a world of separation, may we always remember the hope that was set before Him. That hope is the hope that is set before us.

 He had stepped out of eternity and into time, yet he walked the path back to His Father, a path that would lead to the glory of Calvary, a path that would lead to these words “It is finished.” And, as He ascended through the clouds and found Himself on a golden path that led towards the new Jerusalem, a path lined by the saints of heaven, thousands of them, no millions, all casting down their golden crowns before the conquering hero, His Father watched from the throneroom of heaven, found in the new Jerusalem. A single tear falls from the Fathers face as He sees His Son return victorious. As the Father stands, Jesus, riding His majestic white stallion with a two-edged sword at His side, sees His Father. He lifts His head up towards the light and the glory. His horse majestically walks the path avoiding the golden crowns that lie beneath its feet, undisturbed by the cheers of the thousands, no the millions. And they sing “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God almighty.”

“Father, Father,” our Lord cries out. “Yes, Jesus my son, arise……. arise……. arise…… and take your place at my right hand. Let all of heaven hear me,” cries God, “This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased.”

I can only imagine the scene , yet I know it falls woefully short for it is limited by my imagination. Glory to God in the highest, and peace to His people on earth…………………………………In the beauty of Holiness……….Frank