This morning I wanted to print a poem I heard read at a Memorial Service earlier this year.
“Afraid? Of what? To feel the spirit’s glad release? To pass from pain to perfect peace, the strife and strain of life to case? AFRAID OF WHAT?
Afraid? Of What? Afraid to see the Savior’s face, to hear His welcome, and to trace the glory gleam from wounds of grace? AFRAID OF WHAT?
Afraid? Of what? A flash – a crash – a pierced heart; brief darkness – Light – O Heaven’s art! A wound of His a counterpart! AFRAID OF WHAT?
Afraid? Of What? To enter into Heaven’s rest and yet to serve the Master blessed? From service good to service best? AFRAID OF WHAT?
Afraid? Of what? To do by death what life could not – baptize with blood a stony plot, till souls shall blossom from the spot? AFRAID OF WHAT?
“But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”— Corinthians I: 2:9
Yes, it’s kind of serious and sad, but I think it’s heartening to wonder “Afraid of what?” when thinking of passing on from the earth……….
Have a happy Sunday…Rejoice in everything!