Note: A day or two ago, I was taking photos and came across a man who'd just finished mowing the lawns around some businesses. We started visiting. His name is Ed. We spoke mostly about business-related things. I told him that I write poems, but don't make my living from them. Before leaving him, I told him that everyone needs Jesus and needs a good church. It turns out that he's got a good church, but hasn't been going lately. He said that as he came out of his shed earlier with the mower, the word "poem" kept going through his head for some reason. He figured God had sent me to him.
Pray that Ed and his family will worship with God's people this Sunday.
We grow and flourish like the grass,
But swift as birds, our days all pass
Beyond today to yesterday
Where they will not return our way.
We've spent them building up a life;
In search of dollars or a wife.
But when our days on earth are done,
Our only hope will be God's Son.
If we've not trusted him by grace,
We'll shrink in terror at his face.
But those who truly trust him now,
Well-blessed before him, then will bow
Receiving all their great reward
And hearing "well-done" from their Lord.
And he will place the sheep on his right, but the goats on the left.