Sunday, August 26, 2007


Terry just share this poem with me -- worth posting ,

A Thousand thousand souls a day are passing one by one a day in Christ-less guilt and doom.
Without one ray of hope or light with future dark and end-less nights.
They are passing to their doom, they're passing passing fast away.
In thousands day by day they're passing to their doom.
A hundred years from now it will not make much difference friend a hundred years from now.
If you live in a stately mansion or a floating river scow.
If the clothes you wear are taylor made or just pieced together somehow.
If you eat beef-steaks or beans and cakes a hundred years from now.
There's a dead-line we all must meet, no one will show up late.
It won't matter when or where each one will keep that date.
What matters friend the earthly gain for which many men will bow.
For your destiny will be sealed you'll see a hundred years from now.


hebrews 11:1 said...

Hi, Pals!

I had an idea yesterday about praying for Arlene, and commented below on the previous post...please let me know what you think! Thank you!


susanwalkergirl said...

Miss Terry...did you write this? It is exceptional. Thank you!