I Am Christ's

Poem By Leslie Alexis

In Heaven, at the right hand of God I’ll sit,
I haven’t been there, but my eyes can see it.
Adorned in righteous robes, I’ll stand by the king.
I will see angels flying with their angelic wings.
With Christ as my head, I will not in my journey fail.
Sometimes it would be tough, but the God will prevail.
Battles may be waged for my soul, but satan that
You cannot have; I am Christ's, and so too is my heart.
Your tricks and deceits would get to me anymore.
God has encamped around me with angels - 10,000 X 4.
You lost since you first started this spiritual war.
You’re worthless, but My God just keeps raising his bar.
In Heaven, at the right hand of God’ I’ll sit.
I haven’t been there, but my eyes can see it.

Comments about I Am Christ's

A nice poem of assurance! Indeed, who can separate us from the love of God? Who can us away once we are in the hands of Christ? He is our door, shepherd who gave us His life for His sheep! How blessed are we to be His! ! !
You write beautifully about your faith, God bless you. I love it. Beloved in the Lord
Really great poem and all its representations of what you imagine to be located in Paradise.. Angels and all that is under the right hand of God.. Really nice to see a man loves his religion and he believes in it.. I Right that I am Muslim and not a Christian, but I respect what you are good religious.. Regards, Faith Angel..
I loved this poem, decleration of knowing who you are in Christ. A confident inspired write! Your sister in Christ, Denise.
I really like this poem Leslie and you know as you were sitting at His right hand, through your poem and his love I was there with you. A great write. Lynn

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