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!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Worship Today
Today is a beautiful day! Don't speak to me of the weather, whether it is a day of sunshine or rain or even ice. It is just nice knowing that I am still here with a mind flowing with ideas about how I can give Him glory. And if I can't lift my hands, and if I can't lift my voice, and if I can't lift my eyes towards my help, my soul will yet rejoice though no sound comes from my voice. Because the God who set me free can hear my soul saying, "Holy, Holy, Holy!"
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