At The Gate

At The Gate

 

The river still flows at full strength

And awaits the ones who believe.

With power and might,

Healing is in sight.

 

Refreshing as ever told,

To the mind, body and soul.

There for the asking, He and His grace--

At the gate.

 

The river is still stirred

By the fingertips of angels pure.

It is waiting for you and I to come,

So God’s will can be done.

 

His grace beats all,

And He answers when we call.

With hearts filled with faith--

At the gate.

 

And there will we stay,

Praising our Savior’s Name.

Living for Christ,

The One in whom we shall rise.

 

The river still runs

Through the Blood of the Son.

Glory be to God, He is never late--

At the gate.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful. Powerful and needed words written.
"The river still runs
Through the Blood of the Son.
Glory be to God, He is never late--
At the gate."
I like the above lines and thank you Melinda for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

and the river still runs through his blood
loved it

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your review. God bless.

[Joanna Matilda Barlow]

It the door to the kingdom. The gate that separates us from spiritual paradise. That's some heavy stuff. Wow!

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your review. God bless.