These things never last very long
A delicious moment melting on our tongue
Sticky hand-prints on polished window pane
Perfunctory tasks performed again and again
These things never last very long
The melody of our favorite song
The ache of missing you lodged in my throat
The chill of the fall, winter’s supine overcoat
These things never last very long
Soon frailty overtakes the strong
And the only surety we have
Is death; and what exceeds its grave
These things never last very long
How brief the faring of the young
But death, oh death, infinite sea
A wee breath, then eternity
Eternity goes on and on
Who can escape it; there are none
But God's great love, opens the way
Beyond the closure of that day
© Janet Martin
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it!
How often would I have gathered your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,
and you would not! Matt. 23:37
Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways! Romans 11:33
I like to think that death is kind.
ReplyDeleteThank-you HA~ I re-vamped a few words after your comment....it came across rather bleakly at the end, didn't it?:)
ReplyDeleteThank-you for you thoughts, as always!