Life After Death Poem by GUY MAGGIO

As my body is getting old by the passage of time and I look in the mirror and see not the young man I once did, but the faces of old men in the streets and old pictures of my granddad. My hair is getting white and skin is thin and clear teeth now yellow and gone. Why Lord? You are the giver of life and all things die and made all new in Your eye sight. I look at old postcards and old pictures of people, places and time and it's all gone now, but the photo in my hand reminds me of our immorality. As I was looking at these pictures I saw the sun coming through the window and lighting my hand and the Lord spoke to me and said, "My child, your body is dying but take a look at your hand and see My light and power coming through. You will live again and I will make everything new to you and you will have a new body." Then I knew that everything will be fine, because the sun shining on my dying hand will live again by His Son.