Thursday, January 20, 2011

Dominus Illuminatio Mea

Below is a beautiful poem and unfortunately, the writer is anonymous:



I N the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb-
The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace it’s fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name-
The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead-
The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small-
But the glory of the Lord is all in all.

When we are weak and dying, we can put all our hope in Him.
When we are gone and forgotten in other's eyes, Christ will never forget us.
When have been swallowed up by death, He picks us up, taking us to heavenly glory.
When we are nothing-Christ is everything.