I Hear My Master Calling Me

I hear my Master calling me;
His voice, it sounds so sweet,
And though I feel my strength is gone,
I rise onto my feet.

I feel His presence moving near;
I sense His endless love.
I feel His peace fall on me,
Descending like a dove

I turn to see His beauty,
Light reflected on my face.
I stand in awe and tremble,
As I think upon His grace.

I turn away suddenly afraid-
All my faults Hell find,
But He looks on me with kindness,
That gently renews my mind.

I ask Him, Why do You love me?
For Im wretched, truth be told.
He takes my hand and answers,
Im returning You to the fold.
~Maranda Musick~

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

We understand death for the first time
when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
~Madame de Stael~


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September 28, 2012