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Live-A Poem

Updated on January 31, 2015
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Why I wrote this poem.

We have had two deaths in the family recently. I wrote this poem because I contrasted the differences between the two people I knew. One was a giver who gave her whole life to serving others, mostly children. She was unselfish and she lived a simple life. She didn’t do anything extraordinary in the monetary world but she touched the lives of many. She died in her sleep at peace. The other person who passed away lived a life of drug abuse and the things that come with that life. He gave his life to God in prison and started doing better. But a thirty year drug habit does things to your body and I think his body said enough. He died alone and sudden. I am a watcher of people’s lives because I believe a person can always learn something. I learned how not to live by one of these people and I learned that simple things make a difference from the other. I hope you enjoy this poem in this context and I hope you live your life in a way that makes a difference. God bless.

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What is man that you pay him mind?

What is a life in the span of time?

When death calls your name

Will you still point at all to blame?

Will you die in peace asleep

While friends and family watches keep?

Or will you die sudden and alone?

Will you be ready when He calls you home?

Will dishes and dusting and errands come to mind,

When God tells you it’s your time?

“I think not” I hear you say.

But tell me what consumes your mind today?

The past is gone but there are lessons learned.

The future is a shadow of time unturned.

There is only this present day and hour.

There is only this one puff of breath right now.

Tomorrow isn’t promised or a sure thing.

Now is the time to do your living.

Regrets, unforgiveness, and promises made

Must be let go, given, and fulfilled each day.

Life must be lived with this unexplainable hope

That the Life that was given so long ago

Redeemed you and me and set us free

From death’s final sting of victory.

For no matter how our souls leave this earth

If we have trusted in Him who knows our worth

Then in the blink of a fragile human eye

We will kiss this temporary life goodbye.

And in an instant be with Him

The One who has no beginning or end.

We will have such joy unknown

When He says “Well done” and welcomes us home.

Get out of your comfort zone.

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      Brenda Thornlow 3 years ago from New York

      Beautiful poem. My condolences to you and your family.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      That was something else Joy. They were loving words that meant a whole lot. Voted up.

      Kevin

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      Joy Campbell 3 years ago from Oklahoma

      Thank you for your kind comments and your condolences.

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