For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay

poem by: Joe Breunig
Written on Feb 06, 2013

Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay. 

 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2008, All rights reserved.

 

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R.T. Aquinas commented on Oct 08, 2018 at 12:50pm
Beautifully faithful poem there. Loved it.

 

 

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