...just a little poetry...

Astride the Years

As we stand astride the years
blown by wind in rain and sun,
through the laughter and the tears
what is it that we become?

Reaching, grasping for it all
seeking goods in greater measure,
have we missed our highest call
overlooking life’s true treasure?
 

Scripture says that gain is loss
and loss is gain - this seems insane,
there stands the cross
portending only desolation, 

But new life from seeming death
is nature’s anthem sung each springtime;
bursting,  blooming, fragrant earth
heralds this truth in voice divine.
 

And Jesus’ love through death brought freedom
for generations, some yet unborn,
won ascendancy, a kingdom,
for us a shelter from the storm.

So take His yoke upon your shoulder -
suffer for God’s righteous cause.
It grows light as we wax bolder,
His due is nothing less, our all.
 

Think that then in Heaven’s radiance
looking back on earth’s mere trials,
past all pain and troubled variance
bathed in glory all the while,

How, with gratitude unbounded
for having borne the cross with Christ,
God’s eternal praise resounding,
we hear His “well done servant” voiced!

Thomas Nowack

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