by Dr. Ronnie W. Wolfe – March 20, 2014
For the Funeral of Connie Garrod
Time sometimes is a logical curse
Restraining our lives and our hearts
To this mortal coil of life bad or worse
To Satan and his evil darts.
With human restraints and moral decline
We stand in a temporal place.
Running still upward to a place so sublime,
So weary of running the race.
But somewhere beyond this portal of years
Taught neither by rhythm nor rhyme
A place so sublime with no shedding tears
A place not on this side of time.
To go there demands a sore, broken heart
Submissive to God’s inward call,
To give up the heart with each calling part
And to the Chief Shepherd give all.
The other side of time will recall
The desire to leave all behind,
And go to that place by the Savior’s strong call
Where our glorious possessions we find.
My heart’s desire and prayer to God
Is that souls be saved by God’s grace,
Live a pure life as we walk on this sod,
Then go to this wonderful place.
This is a place of wonderful scenes
Where the Savior, Jesus, we’ll find
And this is the place where our faith surely leans,
On the other side of time.
Monday, March 3, 2014
SnowBy Ronnie W. Wolfe – 3-2-2014
Snow, snow, gentle snow
Coming to the waiting ground,
What wonders do you have for us,
What surprises all around?
Will you come in calmly quiet,
Or will you come with fear?
Will you spread your beauty on
The rose that bloomed last year?
Will you come to stay a while,
Or will you go away,
Quickly parting from the scene,
Or have you come to stay?
Harder and faster the flakes fall by;
The beauty is deceiving;
But just to hear reports today,
It’s hard for those believing.
The clouds are full with anticipation
To give us their supply
Of ice and rain and snow and such
While winter’s passing by.
Do not despair of this, my friend,
For all can know one thing.
After this, the cold, cold snow,
Comes the beauty of welcome spring.