my epitaph

My Epitaph

Here I lay in my grave
You think I’m gone but
I’m in the Heaven Gates
I want to say thank you
To those who loved me
And put up with me
I’m in Heaven now
And I am happy
I will be here at the Lord’s feet
Praising him for everything
I will see you there
Unless…
Your going elsewhere.

lyric poem

Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

Cecil Frances Alexander



This is my lyric poem...All my poems are from poemhunter.com

Death in the West
Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les
No More.

here are my assignments mrs Basham.

LIFE AND DEATH AND PRESENT AND FUTURE

LIFE AND DEATH AND PRESENT AND FUTUREBillie Jo BaldwinWisdom of world, foolishness before God, As scripture says: The Lord knows, wise men's thoughts: Nothing to boast about in anything human, The world, life and death, present and future.All our servants; but we belong to Christ, Christ belongs to God, we are Christ servants, Stewards entrusted with mysterious of God, What is excepted of stewards? Each one, Should be found worthy of his trust, not that, It makes the slightest difference to us, As for us, it makes the slightest differenceWhether human authority approve, Lord alone our judge, must be no passing, Premature judgement, leave that for Lord coming, He will light up all hidden in the dark, Reveal secret intentions of men's hearts, Then the time for each to have whatever, Praise, we deserve from God, is it that we, Have everything we want-that we are rich, Already in possession of our kingdom? Billie Jo Baldwin