SWEET HOPE

The sadness I felt seeing my father old and sick … knowing that he did didn’t have much time left … remembering times past … hoping he would come to know the Lord before he died. I wrote this poem as an expression of all these feelings and thoughts.

SWEET HOPE

The way you were, no longer are,

Time is spent, each moment, hour,

And though I know that this must be,

It pains my heart these things to see.

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Another life, another time,

Or so it seems, within my mind,

Yet in reality the same,

Just at life’s end, old, sick and lame.

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Who could alter this dismal view,

My Jesus surely this can do,

For in the Lord there is new life,

Sweet hope amid a world of strife.

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When dying days have come around,

I hope “in Christ” you will be found,

Believing death is not the end,

Because you called the Savior friend.

Cathy White 2009 ©

2 Corinthians 5:17  Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

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