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| It Is Appointed ... When my time comes And I know I’ve locked horns With a beast that would take my life, I’ll bow, on my knees, to my Father, above. I’ll know it will come out right. I’ll enlist the prayers Of my Christian friends. I’ll put on my very best face. I do not know where I’ll meet my Lord. But, He knows the time and place. For, I’ve 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’d walk with my friend to the borders Of that beautiful Heavenly land! I’ve seen God step in, At the very last round; Touch and heal a wounded soul. Should that happen for me, then we’ll all rejoice; Having shared in a common goal. But, if He says, "Come," I’ll jump at the chance To go on home with Him! I’ll close my eyes here and know that I left, Surrounded by my praying friends. © 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner http://underhiswings0.tripod.com/ |