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Beatitudes for Friends of the Aged Blessed are they who understand My faltering step and shaking hand. Blessed who know my ears today Must strain to hear the things they say. Blessed are those who seem to know My eyes are dim and my mind is slow. Blessed are those who look away When I […]
LYING ON THE RAILROAD TRACKS If someone’s lying on the railroad tracks And a train’s about to come, Would you just leave him lying there? What would you have done? If someone’s away from worship, You know that they need help. Are you going to keep quiet? And keep The Word to yourself? […]
Some Day… Netagene Kirkpatrick I’ve studied God’s Word. I guess that it’s true. Depending on self – usually will do. I live fairly well. What more can I say? I’ll follow this Jesus – Some day. There’s all kinds of sins, some big and some small, like little white lies – that don’t matter at […]
THERE WAS A DAY There was a day when I was young I could run and jump and fall. Then get right up and do it again Without any trouble at all. There was a day when time moved by With the pace of the lowly snail. The hours and days drug slowly on And […]
I’d Rather Have a Little Rose I would rather have a little rose From the garden of a friend- Then to have the choicest flowers- When my stay on earth shall end. I would rather have the kindest words- And a smile that I can see, Than flattery when my heart is still- And this […]
Not Growing Old This frail old shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well– But I am not the shell. What if my hair is turning grey? Grey hairs are honorable, they say. What if my eyesight’s growing dim? I still can see to follow Him Who sacrificed His life for […]
Sometime We’ll Understand Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the Better Land, We’ll read the meaning of our tears, And there, sometime, we’ll understand. We’ll catch the broken threads again, And finish what we here began; Heav’n will the mysteries explain, And then, ah then, we’ll understand. We’ll know why […]
The Horrors of Hell Hell! The prison house of despair; Here are some of the things that won’t be there: No flowers will bloom on the banks of hell, No beauties of nature we love so well, No comforts of home, music, and song, No friendship or joy will be found in that throng, No […]
Put My Memory in Your Pocket All the warm and tender feelings That were born the day we met Still live on, and grow within me, Much too precious to forget. # Chorus Put my memory in your pocket! Take it with you through the day! Tuck it underneath your pillow, When the sun has gone […]
Don’t Grieve For Me When I’ve been to my last service, And fades softly on the air, The notes of the last song for me, And then the final prayer; When Friends arise and slowly walk Down the long church aisle, For that last look at my cold corpse, As they pass by single file. […]
“A Familiar Face Is Missing” Brian V. Sullivan We grow accustomed to familiar ways, As we each journey through life’s uncertain days. A friendly smile, perhaps a kind greeting. Make it worth our while to come to meeting. There are some folks you know will always be there With a warm smile and a genuine […]
Reason For Our Hope Pearl Pierson Those loving eyes are closed in sleep; Yet we have hope and do not weep For him (her) who goes to dwell above Where all is joy and peace and love. That tongue, whose gentle kindly word The eager little children heard, Is quiet now, yet we rejoice In […]
SHOULD YOU GO FIRST Should you go first, and I remain To walk the road alone, I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear, With happy days we’ve known. In spring, I’ll wait for the roses red, In summer, lilacs blue; In autumn, when the brown leaves fall, I’ll catch a breath of you. Should you go […]
HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR DASH? I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning…to the end. He noted that first came her date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But he said […]
THE CLOCK OF LIFE The Clock of Life is wound but once and no man has the power; To say, just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed, To lose one’s health is more; To lose one’s soul is such a loss That no man […]