A sweeter deal I’ll never find:
prepaid home eternal, mine–
the price to Builder? EVERYTHING
His Son on cross, pain echoing…
sound of pounding nails resounds
today in hearts where His shed blood
beats song of salvation, victory.
I’m no longer poor wanderer, stranger lost–
a heavenly mansion waits for me
dressed in glory, grace…and great, the cost.
Jesus, true Savior paid it all–
everyday I wake, call Him LORD
and thank Him for what I
could never afford.
~ Cale
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/01/16/prepaid/
Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 
Your words are well spoken, thank you for joining in .
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Thank you very much, Alice. Have a blessed week.
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Wonderful poem! Our way home has been prepaid.
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Thank you Frank! Glad & grateful, I am–and eager to get there!
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