So much can be said
yet nothing understood
not as a human
not unto ourselves
In the coming of the end
the climax of our days
leading to God
eternal, always
Rising from the grave
as did the Christ
by God’s loving hand
the strength of his grace
leading on, to the highest heaven
only in this does
our life here make any sense
Journeying only, on this mortal coil
the stuff of the earth
and made of the clay
Salt from the earth
salt must we stay
yet carrying God’s light
to show others the way
All of us growing
if we spend time in the word
rising, abiding
in the vineyards, the fields
coming to the harvest
the judgment of God
Sowing our seeds
that the harvest would be greater
that the street of heaven
would be filled with all of God’s children
eternally seated in the courts of the Lord
singing in heaven, with the heavenly chorus
joyful noise ringing
for all eternity
March 14, 2011 and March 16, 2011
written expressly for FaithWriters
monthly Writing Challenge
(see http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3.php?id=39066)
Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Eternity
Labels:
Bible,
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Faith,
God,
God’s purpose,
heaven,
hope,
journey,
love,
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Poetry Where You Live,
pray,
prayer,
presence,
Raymond A. Foss,
United Methodist,
Writing Poetry
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