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The Best is Yet To Come
It seems I'm always spending my days
Caught up in some frantic haze
Trying to remember moments of the past
Swiss-Cheese Memories, to rehash
Moments forgotten are haunting to me
Misspent youth, most would agree,
Lost, gone forever, trying my soul
Longing for life to, somehow, be whole.
Memories recalled; my spirit sooth,
Gladness and joy; feelings smooth,
Quieting calmness envelops me,
Experiences are my total, you see.
At last, it seems that I can find
The source that bring me ‘Peace of mind'
My comfort in the storms that rage
Within a soul so wracked with age
My Father calls, I must reply
Laced with questions, asking ‘why'
Through a glass, darkly; then face-to-face
Caught up in My Savior's Warm Embrace.
To kneel before Him, weeping free,
Releasing sins He bore for me,
Reaching out to hold His Nail-Scarred Hand
Walking with Him into the Promised Land.
Karen
4-15-2008
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