Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Slips Away 1-20-15



The pain, immense for quite awhile,
but it is worth that precious smile.
The nurses measure and they weigh.
But soon our mother slips away.

We choose our friends and choose our spouse,
we choose location and our house.
And while the children romp and play
a friend or brother slips away.

The love of money's in our blood
as if it's some fantastic drug.
While some are hunters, some are prey,
another dollar slips away.

We stack more food upon our shelves.
Ignore all others, help ourselves.
From off the narrow road we stray,
another homeless slips away.

The rider smiles and so approves
downtrodden trails beneath the hooves
of horse that stopped to eat some hay.
Another stranger slips away.

The sky awash in brilliant hue
that we have grown accustomed to.
It pauses not to hasten day.
Another twilight slips away.

Of what importance is the goal?
It's only God who's in control.
For while the old man bows to pray,
another friendless slips away.

We think we have life figured out.
We give opinions, argue, shout -
but step back from that vast array
when all we held just slips away.

Yes,
they'll stand around my casket and
they'll talk about the 'Promised Land'.
But what will matter on that day
when my opinion slips away?

When dirt is piled on casket lid,
they'll lie about the good I did.
But God is Truth.  He'll have His say
when my own soul... slips away.

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