ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©

With each birthday comes the realization that I am no longer a spring chicken. I have been able to get around pretty well, except for knees that have bent beyond their limit over my 83 years. The things around us break down too, and they all seem to at the same time. The sketch today, shows a couple of farm buildings which have seen better days. They’ve been repaired and upgraded as time went by, but eventually their worth will wear out and have to be replaced. As for us, we will get to that point as well. Our bodies can endure just so much, before they become useless. Then we die. What comes next is what almost all octogenarians are waiting for. Brand new bodies, renewed to perfection. No pain or tears. No worries – only peace. No complaints because we will be in God’s eternal home. The time is unknown, but the prize is great. So, we pray that God will use us to His glory, while we wait.

Once alive and bustling with activity,

Abandoned, but still built on solid ground,

We trudge through time with hearts held in captivity,

Our walk in life may keep us earthly bound,

But when Christ came He gave us the proclivity,

He shows us how to turn our lives around,

We are not able through our own activity,

To reach the gates where glory does abound,

Through Him alone and His sweet sensitivity,

We now are free, our sins have been unbound.