The Scroll

This earth belongs to Jesus
He holds the title deed
And we need to understand this
Lest our hearts be filled with greed

He wishes for our comfort
As He gives us food and drink
Then homes and cars and various things
But He wants us to study and think

This earth belongs to Jesus
And it's spinning out of control
For as we gather this and that
We may carelessly lose our soul

And all around the world we see
Suffering and death and grief
As the prince of the air is flourishing
It seems there is no relief

This earth belongs to Jesus
And He will take the devil down
For the devil has no peace in him
Nor will he ever see a crown

This earth belongs to Jesus
And soon He'll open the scroll
Then in a moment He'll snatch us
And at last we will be whole

For the unsealed scroll is the title deed
It will open up Heaven's door
And Jesus stands to welcome us
That is what He died for

Book by Kathleen Higham

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