This day last year a hospice worker said of Jim, "You know he is going to die!"
I answered,
"No! He's just beginning to live"...so thinking of that statement I wrote this
poem this morning..
YOU MUST DIE TO LIVE
You must die to live
This world is not your home
You must die to live
When here you will no longer roam.
You must die to live
Just as you plant a seed.
You must die to live
This body you'll no longer need
You must die to live
In a home far away.
You must die to live
You're not here to stay.
You must die to live
In heaven one day.
You must die to live
Where Jesus wipes all tears away!
Freda Fullerton
June 6, 2018
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