Over The River Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Over the river,
When the water wouldn't stretch her tempest's hands,
A solemn dirge won't plays,
Neither whispers of sorrow and echoes of pain will be hear.

But beyond the river, there's a glimmer of light,
A hymn of hope, breaking through the night.
Where shadows cease, and fears are gone,
A symphony of triumph will dawn.

No more tears, no more death's embrace,
The mighty Savior will offers us grace.
His love conquers all, every chain is broken,
In His arms, our souls find rest unspoken.

No longer shall we wake to mournful cries,
For in that realm, sorrow surely dies.
No more kneeling at the feet of grief,
For everlasting joy shall be our relief.

Over the river, where rivers of joy flow,
Eternity awaits, a place to glow.
With Christ as our banner, we'll cross that shore,
To a land where we'll sing forevermore.

So let the dirge fade, let the shadows flee,
For over the river, there's victory.
In Christ, we find our true home,
Where we'll never again feel alone.
For over the river, there's no need to cry.
In that eternal realm, we'll finally be free,
There we'll forever be.