Memories God's Golden Gift
Whisps of thought that perish not, mirages of images... long forgot. Childhood days of true delight, those happy images of days and night ... Let us recall them all, in our somber years. That night may give way to a brighter day, the gift of memory, God's hidden treasure so bright.. too light the way...
That, our joy may be full and our lives affirmed... with merry remembrances, all in turn... Filled with stories, often embellished, but never forgotten... nor so thoughtfully relished... when needed, so cherished and prized... let our eyes see once more, the sated prize; the smiling faces of girls and boys... The happy embrace, of friends with joy.
Can there be a more glorious regale, than to remember one's youthful tale... Too, look with the magic and wizardry of our soul... to, see what is better, than silver and gold... The envy of childhood pirates, and earthly booty... bold. For there, neither mouth nor worm may invade our hope... Where, we with pleasure, rejoice and glory in God's grace.
And, so it is with man... whose hope is forever renewed... to see at once the adventure of his youth... at peace, knowing God ordered it all... for the great and small, the rich and poor, our lives in order... secure where time no longer resides, where our memories never die.
By: Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (ret.)
Golden Memories are truly the gift of God... a treasure no man may steal... that never fade nor fail to reveal... God's Promise to us all, of better days and peaceful ways, of heavens gates and God's Grace... God's gift to Man that he may never FORGET or find himself alone...
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