Ecclesiastes says there's a time for all things.
3:2 says a time to be born and to die.
Chapter 12 tells what will happen as onward we
age.
Can't stop it no matter how hard we may try.
Personally, I'm not sick, but I'm falling apart,
just as wise Solomon said,
but I still plug along and do what I can,
until ''this ol' house'' of mine is dead.
My ''windows'' became bad in 2003,
but I still have some usable sight.
And I need aids for my ears, but I still can hear some,
But I often enjoy the quiet.
A congenital problem I have with my feet
has become worse, but I can still walk.
And a real old grinder recently had to come out,
but I can still eat and can talk.
So what that I'm slower, don't see or hear well,
and my speech is no longer real clear.
I'm still above ground and I'm mostly OK.
I guess God's got things for me yet to do here.
God gave His Son and I know I am saved.
I'm waiting for my Heavenly rest!
So even though I have problems - and don't we
all! -
here on earth, O how richly I'm blest.
- by Netagene, written in about an hour this afternoon, Tuesday, May 15,
2013, while sitting on my porch. The word: "Ecclesiastes" is the Greek word for "gatherer", "teacher", or "preacher".
