The Deed

When I met the Master of my soul,
He fulfilled my every need.
He repaired this house and made it whole,
Now only He holds the deed.

And when I see Him at heaven's door,
To which He has guaranteed.
He'll invite me, into His home forever more,
To which only He, holds the deed.

And in His gardens, a beauty to behold,
I will dwell, with every race and creed.
Praising God, from streets of gold,
For being the One, Who holds the deed.

But, in the landscape of heaven's terrain,
Which has no corruption nor weed.
There is a mansion that bears my name,
And by God's grace, only I, hold the deed.
Reginal R. Tidwell
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