The Hardest Year

Warm spring winds are beginning to blow
Through all our favorite places dear,
The winter was mild, yet harsh without you
Its so hard to believe it's been a year.

All your things are still where you left them
I haven't the heart to take them away,
They can't stay forever, I understand
Eventually I'll try, but not today.

I sit and remember your beautiful face
So often I studied its every line,
Concerned you would question my awkward gaze
How could someone so lovely even be mine.

I miss your wit, the way you would laugh
As we cuddled by the light of the fire,
We could talk and talk, for hours and hours
And not even begin to get tired.

Now your laughter is gone, and so is your flame
Nothing left but a cold, quiet space,
The only comfort I have, at this stage of the game
Is, they've told me your in a much better place.

I've got my job, my dog and my family
And some friends, to help me get through,
I could gather all the people in the world, around me
But no one could replace, what I had with you.

The Other Side of Yesterday

You saw your time was coming,
So you started to get ready,
But you didn't get ready fast enough.

You should have gotten ready,
You knew your end was coming,
But you always thought that you were good enough.

Now you're standing on the outside,
Wishing you were inside,
Wondering why you had to be so tough.

Now you wish that you had listened,
When they tried and tried to tell you,
But all you did was shake your head and laugh.

So, the time that you had always taken for granted,
Is now the time that you let slip away,
And the only time that you have left to spend,
Is the time on the other side of yesterday.

My Mission

As I fell asleep, praying for the lost of the world,
I had a dream in which, all of Heaven was unfurled.
The air there was thick with peace and joy,
The singing of praises, the only noise.

The memories of sin, disappear at the gate,
Temptations, jealousies, fear and hate
Are gone and forgotten from here evermore,
No place for such things, in the presence of the Lord.

Words can't describe the beauty I see,
But as much as my view of Heaven thrills me
I look past it all, to search for the One,
Who sits at the right hand of the Father's throne.

The One who laid down His life for His friends,
The One who washed away all of our sins.
Obedient even unto death on a cross,
He came to save us, no matter the cost.

My eyes find His, I fall to my knees,
There's so much to say, but I can't even speak.
I lie down, prostrate, silent, still,
Eternally grateful for Calvary's hill.

A soft hand touches mine, as the Lord says "Come",
An angel is leading me to the Father's throne.
We walk past angels and elders and saints,
All bowing, and shouting, giving Him praise.

As we approach the throne, I begin to bow down,
He says " You'll not be here long, so listen for now,
I need you to go back and tell them Heaven's real,
And remind them of what happened on Calvary's hill.

They need to hear the truth, and they need to hear it often,
Without My Word before their face, their hearts will never soften.
Be bold and never fear, and always live it well,
It hurts to see so many, that are blindly going to Hell."

Then He said, "It's time to go, I'll see you soon My child,
You'll be coming back for good, in just a little while."
With that the angel took my hand, and led me to the gate,
And in an instant, I was in bed, lying there awake.

Whether there in spirit, or in a dream, I cannot truly say,
But the message that He showed me, is still with me today.
This message is my mission, and I mean to see it through,
The world can't live without it, they need to hear the truth.