(written July 20, 2003):
Here’s a poem I quickly wrote sometime last week after thinking about my sister in Christ Judy who died before reaching high school and then pondering death:
When is my time to go?
To be certain, no human knows
The time may come quick, the time may come slow
Should I sit and wait, or should I strive to grow?
What does God want? For he knows what’s best
His promise is sure, and in this I rest
I shouldn’t ask, “when will I die?” Is that question best?
Rather in my death, “Will I glorify him more, or glorify him less?”
To live is Christ and to die is gain
While living Christ we’re acquainted with pain
His word brings light so we won’t go insane
In the midst of trial his will is plain
He wants me just to treasure him
And warns me not to treasure sin
Between the two- no comparison
His Word tells me who true pleasures in
The word is the seed, the sower sows
The seed brings life, the tree, it grows
The water waters, the wind, it blows
The tree bears fruits of joy from the depths of its soul
I’m getting closer, approaching death
When is the moment of my last breath?
Is death a blessing or is death a pest?
And how should I live my days that are left?
I’ll put Christ on display to show
For his glory shines, his glory glows
Ignorant are some while others know,
Jesus alone satisfies the soul.
The question’s not, “when’s my time to go?”
The task is, “know Christ, and make him known!”
Death’s coming up, and as I get older, it’s creeping faster,
I pray soon I’ll hear, “enter into the joy of your Master.”