Swing To Me
The sun is setting
Swing, that’s what I’ll do.
I’ll swing to heaven and be with You;
Swinging high, touching the sky,
Singing “Holy, holy, holy,”
I’ll stand by Your side.
No fears nor worries, trials or troubles;
With peace surrounding I’ll rest in you.
Finally running into You with arms spread wide
I’ll walk with Him Who’s faithful and true.
What an awesome sound I will hear
When Jesus calls out my name, saying,
“Well done my faithful servant.”
No experience will ever be the same.
Swing, I cannot, to the heavens above,
But on earth I can serve Him now.
With limbs so weak and a heart no stronger
I’ll glorify Him Who’s so much bigger.
A fact of eternity that will be
When in Life it is my Author I’ll see.
Working in and through this vessel of clay
To bless my Lord’s heart and see the fruit one day.
So for now, I’ll wait in this time to soon pass.
I’ll sway in my swing which is among the grass.
And for now to Jesus I will cling
And in Him will I wait and serve as I sway in my swing.
Because of Christ,
Marcus Twisdale
Matt. 11:28-29
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