High King of Heaven my victory won
May I reach Heaven’s joy, O Bright Heaven’s Sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all
Someday.
Someday this will all be over.
A memory.
A blur.
Someday the promises will be fulfilled and you will stand in the presence of the one who has always loved you.
You will laugh
and sing
and weep
and dance.
Even I will dance, and nobody will laugh at me.
Not even my kids.
Until that day, we walk in the promise of what is to come. Your Thursday may not look like glory, but the Lord of Glory is in it, waiting for you.
Walk in the promise today, Beloved.