Promised
I think about that
appointment with death.
and wonder when it
will be.
How old will I be.
Will it be
painful, peaceful, or what?
Will I accomplish
the things I want to be then?
Will my family be
gathered around me?
Or will I be the
last to go?
I think of my father-in-law
who died at 103
During the
pandemic.
We couldn’t even
go to the funeral.
How odd that our
times of death
are so varied and
unknown.
How seldom we
think about it.
How desperately we
try to avoid it.
How we grieve when
a loved one goes first.
What’s beyond that
door?
Jesus’s promises
bring me much peace.
But I wish everyone
would receive His promises.
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