The Old Days
When I was just a small child only four or maybe three
My life was very simple with what little I could see
Of struggles my folks went through just to make the ends to meet
Oft times not lots to show for hours they spent on their feet
Engaging in the work place trying hard to get ahead
But knowing hard as they worked still the bank stayed in the red
But never did they falter in revealing good to me
The good that was their character filled with integrity
No my folks were not perfect but out home was filled with love
And every word there spoken was with kindness spoken of
The need to try the harder to show others how to be
More thankful for the small things that most people cannot see
Like smelling breakfast cooking in the early morning hours
Or hearing crickets chirping in the room right next to ours
Or holding baby bunnies that a neighbor chose to raise
Yes things were far more simple in those long forgotten days
But now though not that small child I can still remember when
My heart was oh so thankful for the little things back then
And satisfied with being who I was with what I had
Was really quite a great things when my past was not so bad
But then in years that followed some things that I could not see
Would have a greater impact on the person I would be
As death would come a knocking uninvited at the door
And those I loved most dearly I would not hold anymore
As one by one they'd perish some from age some from disease
But all no longer with us as in death God's Spirit frees
The breath from this poor body that will someday be renewed
When Christ returns in glory and our lives will be imbued
With life that will not suffer from old sin and pangs of death
For then all will be sanctified who here gave God their best
Though rich or poor or middle classed there all will be the same
Enraptured with a living joy to speak the Saviour's name
Whom they had known while living here as He Who was their Friend
Who loved them in all circumstances 'til the very end
That soon will be beginning when our Saviour comes and again
And all tears will be for the joy He brings and not for pain
Revelation 3:11-12; 21:1-7