FRACTURED FRIDAY -BRIDGING THE GAP

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

I believe that God has plans for each one of ius. How do we bridge the gap between aging and youth? Maybe it starts by listening to each other – sharing life moments – reaching out rather than judging. In any event, I think that we’re lacking that ability to discover rather than obliterate each others thoughts and ideas. We may find a very common ground.

FINDING MY PLACE

The world is not the place for me,  I long to be in heaven,

When thoughts like that invade my mind, I ask to be forgiven,

God’s plan was not e to die,  He chose me as His own,

He crafted me and knew me, before each stitch was sewn,

Each perfect piece he whittled,  each vessel put in place,

He had a plan set just for me,  He knew the dreams I’d chase.

And even as my days grow short, and time is running out,

I feel His presence in my life, of this I have no doubt.

To live for me is Jesus, no matter where I roam,

I will rejoice to meet Him when He comes to take me home.

The world is not the place for me,  I long to be in heaven,

When thoughts like that invade my mind, I ask to be forgiven,

God’s plan was not for me to die,  He chose me as His own,

He crafted me and knew me, before each stitch was sewn,

Each perfect piece he whittled,  each vessel put in place,

He had a plan set just for me,  He knew the dreams I’d chase.

And even as my days grow short, and time is running out,

I feel HisFROM presence in my life, of this I have no doubt.

To live for me is Jesus, no matter where I roam,

I will rejoice to meet Him when He comes to take me home.

FROM HERE TO THERE

When feeling that I’m all alone, there’s no place I can run,

I look beyond my brokenness with hope to find just one,

One road, one light, one hidden trail that finally leads me home,

But in the stillness of the night, my fears explode, I’m filled with fright,

The darkness and the swollen air, fill empty lungs with deep despair,

Until that moment when I see, that God will not let go of me,

A tattered bridge He’s laid for me, a gentle push to set me free,

With Him the road has been made clear.  No more will death encase me here.

My freedom lies within His hands – much further than the bridge expands,

I’ll live with Him forever.

About atimetoshare.me

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 Amazon.com.
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4 Responses to FRACTURED FRIDAY -BRIDGING THE GAP

  1. Lifetime Chicago says:

    We went to a wake of a very good friend. it turned to be a great night sharing with their family, laughing, and playing with their grandkids. We are truly there for each other.

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  2. ken riddles says:

    Right on! 🌷

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