This is something I've had on my mind for a few days now - not the poem exactly, but the thought. An older man in our church died recently, and his funeral was on Friday. Sunday his wife was there and somehow (as a women's Sunday School tends to do it seems) we got off on a rabbit trail- this time about him and his life. Towards the end he had Alzheimer’s, and she was smiling, saying how now he was Home and able to remember and not be sick. He left behind a legacy of people who were touched by his life – at the joyful way he lived. I want to leave that kind of impression upon people. The impression that imperfect, chatty, scatter-brained me wanted to live life to shine God's glory and bring joy to others lives. .
In his sermon Sunday, my dad said that when his life's book cover is closed, he wants to know he lived it to the fullest, and that brought together my thoughts.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not
have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave
me." ~Erma Bombeck
(Oh, and Happy New Year, everyone! ;) )
My Life's Book
12/31/12
When
at last I close the cover
Of
my frayed life's book
And
I flip back through the pages
To
take a reflective look,
I
pray to see God's glory
Scrawled
throughout each faded page -
To
know I lived the fullest,
No
matter life's end age.
When
“The End” is finally written
I
want to see my “Once upon a time”
And
see how God had given
Each
day that I called mine.
I
pray to see God's glory
Shining
out from what I gave
To
see I left a legacy
That
reaches out beyond the grave.
When
I look back at the story,
Touching
each worn word,
And
I smile at the laughter
Or
the times my heart felt stirred,
I
pray to see God's glory
Even
in the times I fell
And
to hear my Master say,
“Dear
one, you've done well.”
~ZA
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