Acts 1:1-11
That Jesus left upon the cloud
we’re wonderfully convinced,
And when the trumpet blows aloud,
returns the way He went.
“The promise will be yours quite soon.
I’ve told you oft before.
“Redemption changed your heart-blessed tune
by opening The Door.”
“Your power comes through The Spirit Pure.
Your job: to speak of me.
“Your time on Earth is short, be sure
to share my Gift, that souls be free.”
And when the tongue that spoke the worlds
fell silent on the mount,
He rose on the clouds like a flag unfurled.
Each day ’til His Return we’d count.
Two thousand years of counting days,
and more we still await.
For the sun still shines its daily blaze.
We know not when the date.
With Jesus lifted high above
the world of leaders here,
His heart’s the one we all should love.
The choice is crystal clear.
and then there’ll be no night.
Forever there to praise and play
with all He sets aright.
by Jay O’Toole
on April 28th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 