All the wounded soldiers will be in a safe haven at last
Their wounds all bound up and Satan be an outcast
No more need for healing, no more burdens to bear
We will be forever set free when we get over there
May we keep our eyes on Jesus and look towards the finish line
And occupy til he comes, then at his feet we'll sit and dine
It will be so wonderful to have perfect peace and rest
To be safe in the arms of Jesus and be eternally blest
Our works will follow after us, so let us labor for what will last
Help us not give up and quit, but to stay in the race stedfast
We will never be sorry for one moment of labor spent for his name
But regret all the countless hours that were wasted away in vain
Rev 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed
are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit,
that they may rest from the labours; and their works do follow them.
Written by Cindy Wyatt
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