Years
Years
will come
And
years will go.
Relatives
and friends will die.
And
babies will be born.
In
between birth and death
Each
of us tries to find
Some
meaning to this earthly life.
We
dream our dreams,
And
some come true.
While
others just fade away.
We
look for hope
In
every day.
Trying
to find
The
one great reason to go on.
What
is the purpose?
We
often wonder
Why
do I try?
A
query oft repeated.
What
should I do
With
this life I have been given?
Where
will I go when I leave this shell?
Within
this world of self examination
Deep
down inside
There
is a part of us
That
knows of something more.
There
is a presence within us
We
seem to innately know.
A
part that is from somewhere outside of us.
A
part we yearn to bring forth.
For
those of us who seek earnestly
We
find that part is our Heavenly Father.
He
has put a part of Himself within each one.
Until
we seek Him out we feel empty inside
Once
we have made the discovery
Of
His hope and ever abiding love
We
yearn to please Him
And
go where He resides.
In
the ensuing years
Between
our birth and death
A
love story can unfold
A
story no human can fulfill.
Without
the Lord we are nothing.
Without
Him we are doomed.
Without
Him life isnt worth living.
He
gives us hope and reason.
He
gives the most precious gift of all.
He
gives us eternal life.
All
we have to do is accept.
By:
Ann Martin
June
1, 2003
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