ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
It seems that nothing matters anymore,
When tears like floods fall gently to the floor,
When life itself seems meaningless and lost,
We long for respite from the horrid cost.
The difference that we made won’t mean a thing,
When our last breath to God we finally bring,
The things that we’ve established on this earth,
They’re soon forgotten and they bear no worth.
The ripples that we’ve stirred along the way,
Will shine a little while, but pass away,,
To really make a difference while we’re here,
We first must love and cast away all fear.
Alone we can’t accomplish this one thing,
We need the One Eternal Light to bring,
To lift us from the depths of hell below,
To alter hearts to love and overflow.
The cost of our redemption is not cheap,
He shed His blood our souls to wash and keep,
We owe Him nothing for the ransom paid,
Just turn to Him and never be afraid.