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.


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.


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.


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.


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.