Saturday, March 9, 2013


Some years ago, I wrote a poem for a lady who had lost her brother just a month or so, before. She mentioned some things about their youth, and I wrote a poem called "When Morning's Broken". In that poem, the phrase "the first day of forevermore" just kind of popped up on my computer monitor as part of the poem But that got me to thinking about those words, and the fact that today is, indeed, the first day of the rest of our lives. So, I wrote a poem, reflecting on that fact. It follows:


The first day of forevermore
Is a day of peace, a day of war
As I seek God's will where'er I go
To tell those near the things I know

That God is good; his love is near
To those who seek, to those who'd hear
The voice of God through folks redeemed
When hope was gone for them, it seemed

And hoping that they move from there
To places bright, to places fair
Where God is close and love is strong
And people filled with love lifelong.

Though sadly, though, I must admit
For some in need will surely quit
Before they cross that chasm wide
And find they're on the other side.

Where once they dwelt alive, unknowing
Though they denied it, they were going
To hell to spend those years .. Forever
Where fires burn and they will never

Once again know love that's real
And they'll never have a chance to steal
A soul from hell... Not theirs nor others
And bring unto the Lord their brothers

And their sisters in the spirit.
For rest assured the Lord would hear it
Should we tell them and they answer
Forever losing satan's cancer

Of unbelief and scorn and pain....
So much to lose, so much to gain
But once again I gain my wits
And once again my souls admits

That I can save no one from hell
That love, for me, is but to  tell
Of One Who sees me through this life
Its beauty,  love; its pain and strife

And walks with me through every door
'Til the last day of forevermore.