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It Is Appointed

When my time comes
And I know I've locked horns
With a beast that would take my life,
I'll bow, on my knees, to my Father, above.
I'll know it will come out right.
I'll enlist the prayers
Of my Christian friends.
I'll put on my very best face.
I do not know where I'll meet my Lord.
But, He knows the time and place.
For, I've known some
Who hoarded their illness,
Creeping into some corner of life;
Playing the part of a martyr,
Not willing to bring any strife.
But, why do we
Smile at each other
Or extend the outstretched hand?
I'd walk with my friend to the borders
Of that beautiful Heavenly land!
I've seen God step in,
At the very last round;
Touch and heal a wounded soul.
Should that happen for me, then we'll all rejoice;
Having shared in a common goal.
But, if He says, "Come,"
I'll jump at the chance
To go on home with Him!
I'll close my eyes here and know that I left,
Surrounded by my praying friends.
 
© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com


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