For now

This is a poem that came to me in church:

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One day it will come,
When standing on the golden streets,
No longer will pauses be required,
No more getting tired,
But praise uninterrupted beats
To glorify the Son.

Yet before that time arrives
Pain and trouble in our lives
Shall be like fire finding dross
And peoples will spit upon the cross.
But for those that persevere
Through shed blood and tear,

For that day will surely come,
From every nation, tribe, and tongue
To those that worship, shout, and sing
Glorious praises to our King.
And ceaseless will it be,
For all the world to see.