When we meet

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
(Psalm 23:4; KJV). 

Jesus,
When we meet, in death,
You won’t be laughing at my tears,
But helping me to face my fears.

Jesus,
When we meet, at last,
You won’t be gauging my disgrace:
Instead, we’ll kiss, Lord, and embrace.

Jesus,
When we meet, in bliss,
You won’t be made of stone, or wood,
But real, warm, living flesh and blood.

💛

Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.
(Luke 24:39; NIV).