It was the last line of the chorus that choked me up and
caused my eyes to water. Powerful words. More powerful with music. “Praise
God, He’s coming for me.”
Me. He’s coming for me. With all my failures and depression.
All my heartache and brokenness. All my unsettledness. All my sin. But, He’s coming for me.
He loves me so much that He wants me to be with Him. And because
I trust Him, and have given my life to Him, He’s looked at my heart and says: “I'm coming for you.”
Chorus
“The King is coming, the King is coming,
I just heard the trumpet sounding,
And now His face I see.
The King is coming, the King is coming
Praise God, He's coming for me.”
As Christians, this is something we believe and speak about
often. We are assured that Jesus is coming back. He’s coming back for His
church. And we are it.
Yet, sometimes, like the other day, it catches us unaware and affects our very being. We know it is true in
our hearts, but knowing our inner self, it’s sometimes hard to believe.
The hope of heaven is what keeps us going. Charles Spurgeon: “Through the Spirit of God, the hope of heaven is the most
powerful force for producing godly character, the fountain or source of joyful
service, and the cornerstone of cheerful holiness.”
I think I’m going to listen to that last line a few more
times. I may even have a good cry! I want to shout it out!
By His Grace . . .
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