Graying Ponderings
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Written on January 28, 2024
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Proverbs 16:31 (KJV) The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Our time has come to know the grief,
Of losing friends, losing those things – we held onto,
The past, the last hopes, the quiet assurance…
That our time is still in the present, today,
Echoing like silent shadows, abiding…
Youth and dreams, simple plans to continue,
With every strategy, each idea, those many proposals,
Plans the remind us we’re still here, yes – we’re here,
Living those moments, those precious gifts,
From the One who created us to live life, to give
With open hearts, open smiles, open light…
Reflecting the music of His wonderful grace.
Our time has come to know the heartache,
Of our dying pasts, our dying dreams, our dying families,
The ones who linger inside our memories,
Shyly melting away our darkest fears, restoring our faith,
And stirring thoughts of heartfelt beautiful, blessings
Found in the souls of those who believe,
In everlasting joy, everlasting peace, everlasting
In the arms of Jesus’ amazing light, His kindness
Stilling all our darkest storms, quieting despairing hearts.
Our time has come to know the meaning of life – it is…
Shining in the twinkle of a child’s eyes, melting the snowflake,
With a tender touch, inviting the laughter who frees the soul,
To whisper light through the moments of faith, the moments,
Praising the One who lives in the light, never fading – never evading,
He is always, forever, eternal, gifting our hearts with His spirit,
The One who comforts and sings joy to the melody,
Of light, softly flowing, silencing the shadows and remembering,
Even in the worst grief, His beauty sings of peace – His love
Wipes away the need to mourn without relief…
He is the One who inspires me to see through the silence,
The breaking of a heart – into the spirit of His love,
Where there is a beautiful beyond my own hopes, beautiful –
That comes alive in the soul who feels His spirit, His holiness…
Fulfilling, endlessly giving grace that believes – He is alive,
And He is ever with me – He won’t ever leave if you’ll just believe!
Yes. He is everything to me!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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