All of God’s children, like a rainbow we stand,
under His umbrella, in the palm of His hand.
Covered by the blood of God’s precious son.
We sing in praise of what Jesus has done.

Harpsichords play, bell tones ring out,
crystallized sounds come from all about.
Angels dance among the mass of clouds,
Jesus stands tall wearing a silver shroud.

The day of reckoning has come at last,
no more questions for one to ask.
God’s book is opened, the truth will be told.
Blessed is the spirit of a life that’s whole.

Written: Sept.12,2007

Melvina Germain

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