In Dying, All Well, and Living
At the end of my journey, I may suffer
ill health and lost vitality.
Some days I agonize over real and imagined wrongs.
Many days I feel sad and beat down.
It is then that I call out,
lament and complain, then proclaim:
Joy in the Word! Joy with God central within me!
And again it is well with my soul. I am blessed by my Lord always.
When I have it all,
and know it all,
and all seem to love me,
I need to be kept, and in the center, more than ever.
He is my helper as I wind down and ail.
He is my architect in all these gifts that
I revel in.
Each way, I am blessed to be a blessing.
I am blessed by Him in all that is good.
May I remember each day?
(c) Tom Bolton, 8 November 2013, west town