Hope For Heaven Renewed

 

Hurting and praying for the Schuurmans... 

Oh God! this plow that pushes through time’s joy and sorrow sweeps

Was not designed for those who pine for that which Bygone keeps

Time’s horror, hurt and hunger renews Heaven’s hope each morn

As from this place of grief and grace a precious face is borne

And nothing we can do or say will return that which was

So, if we hear Salvation’s plea, pray we reply because

Who knows the ending of what begins as another day?

And who knows who, before come twilight, will be called away?

Oh wow! the plow we push forward leaves furrows full of Past

Death reminds us to live each day as if it was our last

…and we should always, only, ever use the time God grants

To make the best of life and love while we still have the chance

© Janet Martin