AT LAST

My last poem, maybe I think.

Heart keeps a-pumping though had a kink.

Time ago, sure, slowed me down!

Very painful though that is from toe to crown!

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Wife can attest to my anguish when

I screamed loud, yes, it was painful, then

Resting some, easier now at 95,

Lived through a war, surprised I am alive!

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W. W. II in the islands afar

Squad of 12 cut down to 4 many times, par?

Who makes it?  Who gets it?  Nobody knows

And where to now?  Where the wind blows.

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“Where it listeth…”  Nor can we tell!

Just who will live through and who will go to Hell!

God had mercy I lived through that mess!

Then preached for thirty years, must confess!

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Better soldering than pastor, must confess,

Perfect score on rifle range the best.

God called me to preach, better at killing,

But then God took me in!  Message instilling!

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Worst of sinners!  I must confess!

God’s mercy saw me through every mess.

He let me live on through all these years

Answering all praying, mothers’ tears!

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Now unworthy still but this I can see

A place in heaven prepared for, yes, me.

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You may consider this boy presumptuous

Did not say I am good enough ever.

Remember a thief on a cross like His,

Did God send him to Hell?  Never!

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“If we confess our sins,” is He faithful

And just to forgive?

That is what He said, yes, I believe Him!

He wants me to live!

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With Him in His home!

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Me, the Sam and Yes, I am close at 95.  08.14

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