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I cannot wait to see You
The day You break open the sky
And bring together the faithful
To lift Your name on high.
Harry Toye May 2014
Sadness of the heart?

Each one of us one day must keep that final appointment  
Like everyone who has gone before
The meeting with death and more importantly judgement
For some it’s a destiny that they absolutely abhor

And so some should, it must be said
For God’s Word reveals a terrifying thing
Not for everyone who appears to be dead
But those appearing to live but are dying

When a loved one leaves this earthly station
Their release, to us, seems like disaster
Their departure, to us, is like annihilation
Despite soothing words from Priest or Pastor

But tears really are not necessary,
Now that life’s trials are a thing of the past,
Sickness and death may have been scary,
But they are at peace now, at last.

For them, Death was no terrifying leap into the dark
Not because of mans opinion or religious ethos
Mankind now has a living Ark,
That carries us from this pain and utter chaos

For the believer who has been to the cross,
Knows there is no need to despair,
Despite the agonising hurt of your personal loss,
Be glad they enjoy a peace beyond compare.

For they left this realm of sadness and strife
Where Men against men continually fight
For money and power and a decadent life
Oblivious that their time here to, is finite
Where on Earth, pride and selfishness rules
And the wisdom of men is the wisdom of fools.

Your loved one has finished their test
They now embrace eternal life
For they were worthy when assessed
To bathe forever in the warmth of everlasting light.

However do not obsess so with our final destination
That you forget to experience the journey,
Instead, rejoice each dawn at the revelation
That this can be your land of milk and honey

For you have friends and loved ones,
You can see and hear and taste and talk
Relish nature and all the beauty beneath His heavens
And enjoy each day of your earthly walk.
Lana Grace Apr 2014
How do I express my gratitude
To the most Holy who has given me life?

Why is this day so set a part from the rest as it is another day He has given us life?
Maybe it shouldn't just be this day to give praise,
But every single day that He has given to us.

Let me live for you, Jesus.
Hear the song of my heart as I proclaim Your great love and faithfulness to the world.
Let me be set apart, different from the rest as I try my best to honor You.
Let me glorify you all my days, and let you be first in my mind and heart.
Cleanse my mind and my heart and make it pure.

Thank you for dying for me, sweet Lord Jesus.
This life is nothing in comparison to the eternity I will one day have with You.
Take this world and give me Jesus.
To my Lord Jesus Christ, who I am madly in love with. To be honest, this really wasn't a poem but instead words of gratitude to my God.
ZL Apr 2014
Still a good man.
A good friend,
who really does
stick around to the very end.

One who ignored my sin
blowing upon me
Like an extinguishing fan
to quench the fire burning in man

Oh God, what a good son!
he granted me life
offering peace, calming strife
How can I thank him?

Is there any way?
"Happy Easter"
is probably not the most
gracious thing to actually say.
Prabhu Iyer Apr 2014
It is a morning like no other
when hope is smeared across the skies
Among the mourners I am alone
death cannot bind, when life could not.

A law binds us of old, to kinsmen
and clansmen, and the court
of law can be crooked
where evidence is omniscient.

In the chamber of faith
elevated on the altar
where we light pious incense
is the decorated image
of disbelief - for death
here, is the final word,

and who knows if there was
one in the beginning?

In the heart, the answer
where a wave knocks
of love, daring storms
and disregarding falls,
waiting to wash our feet
and cleanse our lives.

So are we here for a time,
on a sojourn we meet awhile:

Now darkness is overcast
and shadows grow on the walls
Now time is distant
and memories pale
But the miracle of your advent
never fades in my soul.
'They say of old...' an echo washes the mountains: '... but I say unto you...' and he spoke as one with authority

— The End —