Years Go Tumbling
Quote from Forum Archives on January 18, 2007, 2:13 pmPosted by: jas <jas@...>
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Copyright (c) 2006, J. Randal MathenyYEARS GO TUMBLING
by J. Randal MathenyYears go tumbling, loved ones die;
We grow closer, you and I,
To stepping through the great divide
And landing on the other side.Every step we take today
Sweeps us further on our way.
The past grows faint, and memories dim,
As we approach the silent rim.Nearer draws the darksome void,
Blinded men are here employed,
Witless, wasting precious time,
Scrambling in a useless climb.The present gains a grander goal
Seen through eyes of an endless soul.
The rush of years is joy for me,
Knowing God's eternity.----
YOUR TURN
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Copyright (c) 2006, J. Randal Matheny
YEARS GO TUMBLING
by J. Randal Matheny
Years go tumbling, loved ones die;
We grow closer, you and I,
To stepping through the great divide
And landing on the other side.
Every step we take today
Sweeps us further on our way.
The past grows faint, and memories dim,
As we approach the silent rim.
Nearer draws the darksome void,
Blinded men are here employed,
Witless, wasting precious time,
Scrambling in a useless climb.
The present gains a grander goal
Seen through eyes of an endless soul.
The rush of years is joy for me,
Knowing God's eternity.
----
YOUR TURN
JoAnn G. commented on "The Failed Gospel
Meeting:" "How very true! So often we look for
'quantities' of results and do not see, or
understand, the power of the mustard seed."
1. Make it a conversation. Talk back ...
When you comment, please tell us your
first name, city, state, and country.
2. Share today's poem, as is, with a friend.