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Reap By The Reaper
A man stalked by death.
Here he sits,
in an old rocking chair,
with death very near.
This man has no fear,
for he has walked the battlefield for years.
Death is now like a lost friend—
one who comes and goes
every now and then.
Nothing left to enjoy in this life.
Confined to a chair,
struggling for every breath of air.
He asks the Horseman to come,
to set him free.
Why does the Horseman hesitate to deliver?
Surely, this man cannot live forever.
Maybe death is sometimes earned,
and you cannot wash your hands
of some of the things you do
when you are a man.
Perhaps that is the price
of living by the sword—
you may escape the battlefield,
but the battlefield
never leaves you.
Reap By The Reaper
God does everything in his own due time. He has a purpose
for everything in heaven and on earth. When he is ready for
the old man to come home he will call, and the old man will
respond. When the horseman is ready, he will ride. You
leave a lot to think about in your writings. Sometimes you
go deeper than most do. These are questions I have pondered
many times, with no answers. hbw
deeper than most
I guess we all wonder about the questions we can not find the answer to but i guess then there would be no faith or hope.
Thanks for your comments
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