As a child I used to wonder <br />What the Rapture might really be <br />When I heard the old folks talk about it <br />It always frightened me <br />A peculiar thing it somehow seemed <br />That would carry off kids <br />In the middle of their dreams <br />And take them away to, who knows where <br />And deprive them of parents <br />When they finally got there <br />But since I’m grown I realize <br />The Rapture, to Christians, is highly prized <br />And since I’m a Christian and Jesus is mine <br />If raptured today, I never would die <br />Now I long for the time, when Jesus will come <br />And take me away to his mansion above <br />To live in a world where everything’s right <br />And visit with God and my loved ones on high <br />No human wisdom can ever describe <br />The way that I feel, what a glorious high <br />As I look toward Zion and say with a shout <br />“Come get me, Lord Jesus, ” my fear has run out <br /> <br />Copyright C R Clark-6/10/81<br /><br />C R Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-get-me-lord-jesus/
