When the end comes,
I will set aside all care.
When the end comes,
I will still need to dare.
When the end comes,
I can relinquish all despair.
When the end comes,
I will surrender my flair.
When the end comes,
Life will be beyond repair.
When the end comes,
My soul I will lay bare.
When the end comes,
Then nothing left to share.
When the end comes,
May I be at peace in prayer.
When the end comes,
I might even utter a swear.
When the end comes,
I need breathe no more air.
When the end comes,
Heavenly trumpets will blare.
When the end comes,
A final destination will be there.
When the end comes,
I will end up somewhere.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHARING IS 'SOLID'. ASSURANCE IS IN EVERY LINE BUT THE LAST LINE. SURELY, DEAR JOHN, FROM YOUR PREVIOUS LINES, YOU VERY WELL KNOW WHERE YOU WILL END UP. IF THERE'S SOME DOUBT AND YOU DON'T...YOU'D BETTER FIND OUT IN A HURRY(SMILE)! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
When the end comes He will gather you in his loving arms and say
"well done my son" , then you will be part of his constellation in heaven, and teach the stars to shine. (smile) at least this is what I hope we shall find when we end up somewhere, have a wonderful day,
hugs
I like that last line. Makes it very definite level happen. But I don't want to be around anywhere to hear those brass trumpets blare. While mine matches yours somewhat, I had to give up my colorful flair pens so very long ago because I could no longer hold them to write.
Death and taxes are inevitable, but at least the IRS grants extensions. When the end comes, I hope it brings peace. A wonderful write to go out on, but not just yet. Like my poem, Passed Away, This one can be shared at your funeral.
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I would rather hear trumpets blaring
than bells tolling.
"well done my son" , then you will be part of his constellation in heaven, and teach the stars to shine. (smile) at least this is what I hope we shall find when we end up somewhere, have a wonderful day,
hugs
Ron
Love ya!
Jane