For a Dear Friend Who Recently Died

His soul has gone to heaven,
his body left behind,
his friends are all a-weeping,
his loved ones all resigned

to what they deem unchangeable
– the Almighty’s stern decree:
The soul, although immortal,
must soon the body flee.

But still they bravely carry on,
their grief can’t overwhelm them.
They know the One and Only Son
will comfort and sustain them.

And tho’ their loved one might be gone,
’tis only for a season.
The One and Only Son shall come,
and he will rise again!

(Written on 03 December 2017)

Occupy, Don’t Encumber

Yesterday I received the news that my aunt died. She was more than 90 years old. Her brother, i.e., my father, died when he was only 66 or 67 years old. That was more than 15 years ago.

No matter how long we live on this earth, one day we will have to leave it. Someday it will be my turn. And the question is: How well did you live your life while you had it? Did you live to merely encumber the ground or did you “occupy” it? “Occupy till I come,” said the Lord.

That means we should make good use of the talents he gave us while we have life in us. In other words: Be useful. Be a blessing. Serve. Redeem the time. Work while it is day because the night is coming when no one could work anymore.

Life is short. Let’s not allow the talents God has given us to go to waste. Let’s not bury them in the ground. Let’s use them for his glory.

Death is Gain

“For you to say that death is gain
runs counter to this world’s good sense.
We grieve at death for our great loss.
How can your words convince?”

But if a brighter world awaits
the saintly soul, what better word
can best describe the state of things?
Not “Death is loss,” but “Death is gain!”

We are not stones that cannot feel;
we mourn just like the rest of men.
But, Christian as we are, we can’t
suppress the hope that yearns and burns

Undying in our Christian breast
for Life blood-won by our Lord.
Death has been conquered. It now serves
as entrance to Eternal Bliss.

Yes, death is gain because Christ lives,
Transformer of the dark and bleak.
Tho’ death be bitter, the bitter’s sweet
if it transports me to Heaven’s Gate.