With Constant Reminders of Why

We know, sooner or later it will .

We just don't know when.

but Death serves constant reminders of its Certainty

Therefore when it comes for you or I

not one of us can say

'I didn't think you would!'

Our church-family is heartbroken 

as we mourn the loss of a dear 55 year old 'brother'. 💔

Psalm 34:18

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted

and saves those who are crushed/contrite in spirit.

We do not mourn without comfort or hope. 

Hallelujah!

Suddenly I hear my Grandma's voice reminding me lovingly always to remember

'the old will die but the young can die'

and to make the sacred soul-preparations 

that after death cannot be made!

He remembered!

I have remembered.

Have you remembered?!

I am old enough to have seen the truth of her caution over and over!

I want to live life to the full

but never for a moment forget

the nearness of Death

making sacred every single, gifted breath!

This is a secular song but its message bears repeating

Esp. now, it seems

We Should Only Have Time For Love-Don Williams

I want to live life to the full

Where its archrival, death

Hastens the inevitable

With every gifted breath

I want to make the most of Now

To tune its push and pull

With intent not to miss the wow

That makes it wonder-full

I want to be committed to

The season I am in

Always humbly aware of Who

Allots its woven skin

I want to wear the kind of face

That time cannot defile

To speak in tongues of every race

The language of a smile

I want to learn to bite my tongue

When spite's counterblows burn

I want to remember the young

-sters and how swift they learn

I want to often stand agape

By mercies great and small

By greeting’s glistening landscape

Where farewell’s shadows fall

I want to keep in careful check

The beckoning of want

For soon my dust-to-dust will deck

What none can see beyond

I want to navigate life’s curves

With reverent reply

For Death with constant rigor serves

Raw reminders of why

I want, above all else to hear

When my last breath is drawn

Faith's goal fulfilled by words so dear

Well done, My child, well done

© Janet Martin

His gift (not works) makes possible for all

Heaven's goal, if we repent of our sins and believe!

May this beautiful hymn below be each of our heart's joyful cry

as the sands of time expire...  

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

VERSE 1

The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of Heaven breaks;

The summer morn I’ve sighed for,

The fair, sweet morn awakes;

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

VERSE 2

The King there in His beauty,

Without a veil is seen;

It were a well spent journey,

Though sev’n deaths lay between;

The Lamb with His fair army

Doth on Mount Zion stand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

VERSE 3

O Christ, He is the fountain,

The deep, deep well of love;

The streams on earth I’ve tasted,

More deep I’ll drink above;

There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

VERSE 4

With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove;

And always dews of sorrow

Were lustered with His love;

I’ll bless the hand that guided,

I’ll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

VERSE 5

Oh! I am my Beloved’s

And my Beloved’s mine!

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into His “house of wine;”

I stand upon His merit,

I know no other stand,

Not e’en where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

VERSE 6

The bride eyes not her garments,

But her dear Bridegroom’s face;

I will not gaze at glory

But on my King of grace;

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand;

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.

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