If you knew the number of your days.
If nothing seemed to be going your way.
And pain and strife were your middle name
What would you do differently today?
If Elohiym had whispered to you
That in a few days He would choose
To bring you home rather than rescue you
What would you do?
Would you put up a fight and clinch your teeth
Wrestle Him down insisting relief
On this side of heaven to prove God is he.
And fix all earthly problems with speed?
Or would this knowledge a blessing be?
You’d acknowledge the goodness of He
Who’s told you that your days will flee
And soon in heaven you will be.
What would you want to leave behind,
Would it be a legacy of pain and strife,
Or would joy and peace be your legacy of life?
Leaving a story of love behind.
Love between you and the One who saved
The world with His life which He freely gave,
The One who promises to faithfully stay
And whose end does not come with the grave.
If you knew the number of your days
What would you do differently today?
The fruit of our placing all things in His hands is the presence of His abiding peace in our hearts. ~ Hannah Whitall Smith.
Beautiful poem. Reminds me of what is really important in life.
Thanks Roberta! Leave a legacy.:)