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| It Is Appointed ... When my time comes And I know I致e locked horns With a beast that would take my life, I値l bow, on my knees, to my Father, above. I値l know it will come out right. I値l enlist the prayers Of my Christian friends. I値l put on my very best face. I do not know where I値l meet my Lord. But, He knows the time and place. For, I致e known some Who hoarded their illness, Creeping into some corner of life; Playing the part of a martyr, Not willing to bring any strife. But, why do we Smile at each other Or extend the outstretched hand? I壇 walk with my friend to the borders Of that beautiful Heavenly land! I致e seen God step in, At the very last round; Touch and heal a wounded soul. Should that happen for me, then we値l all rejoice; Having shared in a common goal. But, if He says, "Come," I値l jump at the chance To go on home with Him! I値l close my eyes here and know that I left, Surrounded by my praying friends. ｩ 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner http://underhiswings0.tripod.com/ |