My Life's Book

 

 

This is something I've had on my mind for a few days now - not the poem exactly, but the thought. An older man in our church died recently, and his funeral was on Friday. Sunday his wife was there and somehow (as a women's Sunday School tends to do it seems) we got off on a rabbit trail- this time about him and his life. Towards the end he had Alzheimer’s, and she was smiling, saying how now he was Home and able to remember and not be sick. He left behind a legacy of people who were touched by his life – at the joyful way he lived. I want to leave that kind of impression upon people. The impression that imperfect, chatty, scatter-brained me wanted to live life to shine God's glory and bring joy to others lives. .

 

In his sermon Sunday, my dad said that when his life's book cover is closed, he wants to know he lived it to the fullest, and that brought together my thoughts.

 

 

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck
 

(Oh, and Happy New Year, everyone! ;) )

 

 

My Life's Book

 

 12/31/12

 

When at last I close the cover

Of my frayed life's book

And I flip back through the pages

To take a reflective look,

I pray to see God's glory

Scrawled throughout each faded page -

To know I lived the fullest,

No matter life's end age.

When “The End” is finally written

I want to see my “Once upon a time”

And see how God had given

Each day that I called mine.

I pray to see God's glory

Shining out from what I gave

To see I left a legacy

That reaches out beyond the grave.

When I look back at the story,

Touching each worn word,

And I smile at the laughter

Or the times my heart felt stirred,

I pray to see God's glory

Even in the times I fell

And to hear my Master say,

“Dear one, you've done well.”

 

 

~ZA

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