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IN A MOMENT

Christian  life is a marital journey, 
Christ being the husband and man, wife;
Upon the cross He paid her dowry,
At the cross man surrenders her life,
In a moment man and God becomes one!

Daily she is tempted and persecuted,
He (Christ) also suffered for her;
Unanswered prayers sometimes made her wonder,
Lo, here comes her comforter,
In a moment her sorrow is gone!

Hated in the world she lives,
Comforted by the word she believes; 
Expecting her Lord she loves so dear,
Labouring for the harvest so near,
In a moment the trumpet will sound!

In a moment the Lord will come,
In a moment the saints will be gone,
In a  moment comes our final redemption,
In a moment we shall die no more,
Living and reigning before the Father's throne!

✍🏽 David Olumide (Beloved)

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