Just Past the Bend

Long ago, in a paradise, Now lost! Stood a tree of good and evil, With but one rule,  Do not eat of that tree, at any cost.   One man, one woman, One garden to tend! But not long thereafter, Satan entered in.   Satan’s words, Were cunning, deceiving and sly! Convincing Eve, To believe a lie!   Three in the garden,  Two bad choices, one by one! Paradise lost! Now there were none.   Paradise lost, Meant man was too. Exiled from the garden, With no way back, what was man to do?   Though man be lost, GOD knew what He must do. Plant another tree that would not fall.  One that could cover, All that will answer its call!   This tree would not be lavish,  Or pleasing to the eye. The purpose of this tree, Was entirely to die!   Time went on, Until one night in another garden. GOD’s plan took root, For man’s full pardon!   This second tree was now ready, To be planted on a hill. As Jesus himself prayed, Not my, but Thy will!   They ...

Time continues, As our days wind down. Tick toc, time's very words, tick toc, Time's only sound. But time itself is on the clock, For it too has an end. For time had a birth, On the day of man's sin. The Angel will declare, That time is no more. As he puts one foot on the water, And one on the shore. Yes, time has an end, Just like you and I. And like all of us who are born, One day, we die. Time is not to be counted on forever, Time is only for today. Time runs just like the rivers, Passing where we stand, But always moving away. Unlike us,  Time has no soul, Its simply the gatekeeper, For the young and the old. Make well of your time, For you both shall pass. Treat each day you're given, As it were your last.

 I sat down the other day, And examined my scars of old. Not the outside variety,  But those of my soul. The ones you never show, Or at least try not to. It was then I realized,  I'm almost through! Almost home, Almost to a point. That this life, Is almost gone! Oh yes,  There's been scars to bear. And they've come from every corner,  Of life, seemingly everywhere.  But I'm almost home,  almost there! Almost to the place, They can’t touch me there! No more memories of pain, To torment my mind. No more cracks in the armor, From the battle lines! No more wounds so deep, To remind me of my falls. No more missing the mark, All the times I was called.  No more disabilities, To limit my scope. And no more doubt,  To rob my hope! No more will those things, Call my name. Or have any say, Cause any shame.  Because I'm almost home Almost there! Just past that bend, My place is there. If I arrive before you, I'll save you a chair. Just remember,...