Empty Mansions–How Long?
Robert H. Pierson. GC President 1966-1979.
In my dream one night I seemed to be
In the earth made
new by the crystal sea.
I walked and talked with my Saviour dear,
And viewed the mansions
so bright, so clear.
Their beauty was breathless, so gloriously
But alas, not a
soul was dwelling there.
‘They are all empty'–twas my Masters voice
‘Not My will,' He
choked–‘'tis my people's choice.
Long years ago I would have brought them
Earth's jaded paths
no more to roam.
But I'm not just sure that they want to come;
The tinseled world
still appeals to some.
I long to have my saved ones here
Right by My side,
so near, so near.
Instead I wait, and wait , and wait,
While My loved ones
down there still hesitate.'
‘Twas now my turn some words to say,
As we walked and
talked on the heavenly way.
‘How long, dear Lord, have we made You wait
To welcome us in
through that pearly gate
Long years ago should the work be done
And God's loved
ones home with His blessed Son.
Dear Saviour God, what can we do
To haste that homeward
flight with You?
‘How can I tell them on earth down there
How much You love,
how much You care?
How You long to fill these mansions here
With precious souls
to You so dear?
Lord, tell me now, what can I say?
To make them want
to haste that day?'
The Saviour paused as he made reply
‘Remind them now
why I went to die,
‘Twas to bring them home to be with Me
To fill these mansions,
oh, can't they see
How much each one of them mean to Me
I must have them
all for eternity!'
Now I'm back on earth–yet twas all so real
My heart still burns
with my Lord's appeal.
His poignant words ring in my ears
I long to assuage
my Saviou's fears--
‘I'm just not sure that they want to come
The tinsled world
still appeals to some--
My friends, do we truly long to go home today,
Or are we quite
content in our world to stay?