Poems For the Dying

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

Well Done

Well done, daughter! Well done, son! The race you have run has brought Me joy and made Me proud to claim you as My Own. Cloaked in the blood of My one begotten Son, you were a sight for Me to behold. Bold and daring, you carefully and prayfully withstood the fiery darts from all sorts of enemies. Now you may rest safely in the final place of escape My Son has prepared for you. Well done, daughter! Well done, son. Welcome to your new eternal home.

Poems For the Dying

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Well Done

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