We are all dying. It is true of the sinner, as well as the saint. We must prepare for life after death. Writing these poems comforted me when I was mourning my brother, Bruce (October 20, 1953 - November 3, 2010). I wrote Poems For the Dying 1). to encourage Christians, 2). to comfort the bereaved, 3). to make those battling terminal illnesses less fearful, and 4). to be a soul winning tool. Death creates an unexpected, soul-gathering harvest opportunity. There is life after death. Joy!
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Come Cry With Me
Family, come cry with me. Try to help me remember that there is more in life for me to do. Remind me with your stories that my future holds no worries that my memories and my Master cannot heal. I will feel assured that love indeed does live eternally, and I will weep tears full of hope. So family, come cry both tears of sorrow and tears of joy. But remember that tomorrow, I will need the tears of hope and joy to see me through. Bring the tears you've chosen carefully, and come cry with me.
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