Phyllis Strong

Gone Home To Be With The Lord - Poem by Phyllis Strong

Don’t be mad at God,
When he decides to take me home;
Our days on this earth are numbered,
Whether they are short or long.

We all have a number of days
To do what God request of us,
We can do our assignment willingly;
Or rebel, complain and fuss.

Don’t be mad at God
And have sorrow in your heart for long,
His peace and love will comfort you;
When my earthly body is gone.

Prepare yourself for departure,
In your mind, your last day is unknown.
God chooses our expiration date;
We choose our eternal home.

Copyright © 2010 by-Phyllis Strong

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 17, 2011

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