The Last Becomes The First Poem by Lyle Rollings III

The last breath we take upon this earth
Becomes the first breath of our heavenly home

The last sight of our finite world
Becomes our first gaze of infinite heaven

The last words of love that we hear
Become the first words of our Savior's voice

The last warm tender hug enveloping us
Becomes the first loving embrace of our Heavenly Father

The last walk we have upon our roads of life
Becomes our first dance upon the streets of gold

The last pain that is felt in our mortal body
Becomes the first relief felt for an eternity

The last teardrop that falls from our eyes
Becomes the first tear dried by our Creator

The last worry that troubled our minds
Becomes the first thought of our mind at peace

The last sickness that crippled us
Becomes the first healthy step in our new body

The last bite of our earthly meal
Becomes the first taste of God's banquet

The last farewell to friends
Becomes the first hello of those awaiting

The last moments with family
Becomes the first reunion of those waiting in Heaven

Philippians 1: 21
For to me to live is Christ, To die is to gain
Lyle C Rollings III