The best place on earth is to be resting in the arms of the Lord. He will comfort, He will change your situation, He will help and heal your wounded heart. Even at deaths end and when everything will be over let us all sing this song....
Be near Lord whey dying.
O show Thyself to me.
And for my succour flying,
Come Lord to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move.
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Your love.
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.
Psalms 118.17
Be near Lord whey dying.
O show Thyself to me.
And for my succour flying,
Come Lord to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move.
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Your love.
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.
Psalms 118.17