THE FIRST DAY OF FOREVERMORE

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

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.