Our Hope
Our Faith
Our Trust
Our Saviuor,
He Is Risen!

Within the wind
A voice sounds
Telling us
I AM   I AM

RLB

O  if we as men would only listen and hear.

Will one day be left only
Of all that once I knew
Just some faded photographs
Of what to me was true

Will these paper squares
Of images I hold dear
Be all that is left
Of all that I knew while here

Will these treasured scenes
Frozen forever in time
Be all ones eye will see
Of what once was mine

Some little paper squares
In faded black and white
What value will the antique store
Put on the story of my life?

RLB