Trumpet sounds. Then You will wake And meet Your best friend. I can’t wait Till we are together again. One day soon, Our Jesus will come, You will wake up And we will go home. But until then, I will follow your lead, To trust in God For All of my needs. You left me a legacy, Of faith and Tenacity Even through hardships and pain.
The Truth
Melissa Osadchuck Truth is what we fight for, Truth is what we preach Truth is what we seek to find And what we strive to teach. Oh, but Truth is often covered With a silken thread of fear; Concocted by the one whose love Is Javelin and Spear. For though he loves his weapons He cannot use them all, For such a blatant show of force Would certainly appall. So, since we loathe the bitter And often crave the sweet He meets us where our interest lies And sugar gives to eat. Yes, Truth he bathes in falsehood And mixes up the facts, And washes off all reason From his deceptive acts. And though we know in theory His tactics that beguile We often fall into his trap And wittingly defile. Oh, then wake us from our slumber! From this lethargic sleep! And help the Truth transform our lives That we our lives may keep.
~ End Poetry ~ 9
