Here we are once more, once more
Our faces pointed to a shore
We cannot see until That Day
We put mortality away
Life is not futile squandering
Or little bitty wandering
To fall away like petal bloom
And die forever in a tomb
Here a twenty-four hour span
Is called a day in jars of man
But when we pass that Final Shore
No hours chart forevermore
…for then will be eternity
This thought should stir us soberly
How sad to wake beyond that shore
Somehow to have missed Heaven’s door…
© Janet Martin
Come, let us worship and bow down, Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker. For He is our God, And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand. Today, if you would hear His voice,Do not harden your hearts...Ps. 57:6-8
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