Classic Poem

The Patriarchs bold and strong
Have followed Christ among
The millions of the sky.
Where they shall shout his praise
In everlasting lays
And never, never die!

What bodies the saints shall come up with from dust,
For glitter and shine and sparkle they must!
With their Saviour-like beauty each person appears
While their bright, whiten'd robes dispet all their fears.
But amazing difference there will be
At Christ's return we all shall see.