We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Before I knew there was a "me," my life had just begun. Before the world of man I'd see, I was my father's son. Those nine months swam I in the pool of Momma's belly sized to hold a man, not wise, not fool, but fully cherished, prized. To cry my way to my first breath would start my lungs abreast from first day living, 'til my death, balloons within my chest. This birth of life was not by me, but the Gift of God Alone. The second birth from sin to free by Christ upon His Throne. I graduated from a child to live as very man. Diploma with an honor filed, the college years began. A senior, then a lonely soul, a beauteous lady met, became my wife, and one new whole, a life without regret. Through many hopes past many years a daughter came to bless this home to fill with joyful tears, and many'a bluish tress. The Rapture soon begins The Day. Eternally new we'll be. Before you breathe your last, please pray, "Christ Jesus, set me free!" by Jay O’Toole on August 28th, 2024 |