ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
What happened to days of our untethered youth
When what was required depended on truth?
When worries were few and troubles unknown,
What happened from then to the life I have sown?
Our days filled with moments both carefree and fun,
Too quickly we find nothing under the sun,
Will satisfy fully or give us true peace,
We watch as our hope and delight now decrease.
Time passes in torrents. In storms it does fly.
Our laughter we mourn and often we cry.
Our tears fill up rivers, our moans sear the air,
Hearts often give up and give way to despair.
We come to our God with bruises and scars,
Of bludgeoning wounds which surpass all the stars.
It’s then God completes the work that He’s done.
Our youth then returns as the victory is won.
We come to Him broken and clinging to life,
We come when we no longer can bear the strife.
At last we let go and let God do His best.
Through Him in our place, we can pass every test.
He gives us new life even though we are old,
Our time weathered bodies completely unfold,
Into perfectly formed and beautifully made,
He washes with blood for my sins He has paid.
Our new life comes quickly. The old passes by,
And we become new on the day that we die,
The breath comes from heaven and God’s only Son,
Old bodies renewed, His work is now done.