"Yonder He Comes"

The best of us can feel it

Like a shifting of the wind,

And what it brings, on angels’ wings,

Says time and time again,

 

That the season’s getting shorter,

And the Lord’s return is near,

The triumph song to Him belongs,

And says He’ll soon be here.

 

Like the feelings of a cowboy,

Who can read the weather close,

At calving time, he’s not behind,

‘Cause he’s sensitive the most.

 

And when those cows are birthing,

The blood and labor come,

But worth it all, to hear the call,

Of babies to their moms.

 

The birth of Jesus’ kingdom,

Won’t come without travail,

The labor pains of future gains,

Will soon break through the veil.

 

And history’s tired struggle,

Will at last come to an end,

Faith will see, the Lord will be,

Confessed by all tongues then.

 

And on the great white horse He rides,

With heaven’s host behind,

Mounted strong, to Him belong,

His earthly children find.

 

And every knee will bow to Him,

His name on every tongue,

His rule, you see, will always be,

God’s bells of judgment rung.

 

The best of us can feel it,

The rest of us take heed,

Prepare your soul, soon calls the roll,

Up yonder, free indeed.

‘And all who have this eager expectation will keep themselves pure, as He is pure.” (1 John 3:3, NLT)

The ultimate expectation of every child of God is to see Jesus. This will happen when we die physically or when Jesus comes again, whichever comes first. Either way, belonging to Him and seeing Him eternally motivates purity. What does this mean exactly? What it does not mean is that we feel guilty, shamed, obligated or threatened to behave ourselves. If not this, then what? It means simply that our love for Him and His love for us creates the deep-seated desire to please HIm. God heals us from the inside-out, and transformation of our desires results in an honorable life. We will one day be like Him!

Lord, fill our hearts with the expectations that keeps us pure, in Jesus’ name.

Art by JaNeil Anderson, janeilanderson.com. Used by permission. Thanks, JaNeil, and God bless you.

Brad McClain