The promises of streets of gold and no more tears to shed,
Hope for peace and quiet times – no more fear of falling dead,
The feast that goes on day and night and never fails to please,
A life of independence and of everlasting ease.

Times of quiet contemplation and ever present peace,
Days that wander into nights and joys that will just increase,
The perfect habitation, a heavenly, tranquil space,
A place where you can talk to God and look Him in the face.

Yet life still holds its treasures, it’s so hard to say goodbye,
The people we’ve grown close to, will grieve us when we die,
No more are we connected, beyond fading memories,
That will remain for quite a while, but wither with the trees.

The things that we accomplish here, while we are still alive,
Are still of use as God’s own tools, to help others survive,
Our final rest will come at last when we turn back to dust,
But God has not forgotten us, in that we too can trust.

So use me, Lord and let your love be evident in me,
And while I live and breathe each breath, inspire and set me free,
To do your everlasting will, to serve you without fear,
To treasure life with all its faults, and know that you are near.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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