Preface: This poem was written as a gift to my Dad at Christmas in 1989. Dad had suffered a heart attack on Memorial Day of that year. Dad recovered from his heart attack and bypass surgery and was blessed to be alive when my daughter was born in 1991. He was able to watch her grow taller every year. Dad died on this date, October 21, in 2004, at the age of 93.
A second chance at life
Makes all the world fresh
From the ordinary strife.
Time becomes precious
And joy is complete.
When the Lord sees fit
That we would not be beat
By the darkness of death.
We thank God
For borrowed time,
Granted extensions
For glorious purposes.
And blessings stored
For heavenly rewards.
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My quest is to be a free-lance writer. This has been my dream for many years, and now I believe it is the right time. God’s timing is perfect. I would like to write about social issues pertaining to poverty, domestic violence, the criminal justice system, religious education and other human interest topics. My past work experience included grant writing, writing issue papers, newsletters, creating flyers, brochures, news releases, and public service announcements. My business experience gave me skills in writing business plans, consignment contracts, newspaper articles, content for social media marketing and ads in a weekly paper. My purpose is to serve God and glorify Him through my work.
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Very good Barbara. The poem is beautiful. Thank you for bringing back memories.
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