rest now, precious soul – who never knew the toil of earth.  rest now, in peaceful slumber – for your labor ceased with birth.

rest now, precious soul – whose countenance is so fair.  or play then, little one, with winged angels upon the golden stair.

rest easy, precious soul – for no pain pierces where you dwell.  grief, sickness, sorrow, are not for you; but woes for mortal tongues alone to tell.

you won’t even miss our earthly joys – which we mere mortals think so fine.  why you would wonder to hear us weep, for your joys are by far sublime.

so rest now, precious little soul – in His home of peace and love; while I attend to earthly heartaches, until I rest with you above.

“My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.”  (Psalm 139:15-16)

sincerely,      Grace Day

today I need to watch wild geese fly, to feel the wind and see the sky –

today I need to chat with flowers, to roam the fields for endless hours.

today I need to feel the rain, to watch the grass turn green again-

I need to hear the robin’s song, inside these four walls I don’t belong.

For I shall miss the clouds go by, I will not see the dew to dry-

leaving the world so fresh and new, as dawn withdraws her rosy hue.

And if it rain, or if it snow; inside these four walls  how shall I know?

only know my heart is there, with the wild geese in the air.

 

Yes, today I would watch seagulls fly with ease above the shore, and revel in each hour’s joys,  I could not ask for more.

I need to walk a lonely path, dry leaves beneath my feet-

to feel the fragrance autumn brings, would make my day complete.

today I need to feel the wind against my burning cheek, to feel warm sunlight on my back, which brings the peace I seek.

today I wish I watched the rain, or watched the flowers growing; or saw the sun shining on the forests of fall, setting autumn’s colors glowing.

yes, today I need to talk with trees, to learn their secrets on the breeze –

see the sunset’s pastel hue, and firefly’s lights when day is through.

though in these walls I spend the hours, please know my heart is with the flowers-

like them I bloom on a sunny day, but inside these four walls I shall fade away.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.  Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.  There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”  (Psalm 19:1-4)

sincerely,             Grace Day

 

 

 

 

tell me what color eternity is, and that is what color I’ll wear –  dressed in the garments of hope and of joy, to wish you much happiness there.

tell me what color eternity is, for someday I’m going there too.  perhaps it is white or is green or is blue, and soon I shall spend it with you.

Tell me what color eternity is, that I may come dressed for my Lord, clothed in His righteousness alone, washed by the blood He poured

upon the world to buy our souls, to redeem us for His own; that at our dawn of eternity, we each shall have a home.

tell me what color eternity is, and we will sing gladly for you.  dressed in the colors of peace and of light, each wearing eternity’s hue.

Yes, tell me what color eternity is and that is what color I’ll wear.  tell me about the joy overflowing, that through suffering I may prepare.

And so I will dress in eternity’s hues, each day till I see you again; for they will remind me of what is to come, when we will eternity spend.

“For the Lord Himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.  And so we will be with the Lord forever.”  (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)

sincerely,      Grace Day