"The End of Sorrow"
When the last tear is shed
From our collective head
It will not be for those
Who loved what we said
About Jesus and loving
And the joys of God’s heaven
We will weep for the lost
Who were all left behind
For not heeding the Word
That came forth from God’s Mind
But our tears will be few
Wiped away by Christ Jesus
When the real me and you
Comprehend how God sees us
In our heavenly state
And the robes of perfection
When we are who we are
In our Lord’s pure reflection
John Christopher
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