Hearts tendered from the ticks of time,
will comfort know in hands of thine.
Relief and healing from Gileads balm,
speaks to sorrow and brings them calm.
Like chattle herded in darkest night,
the wearied warriors give up their fight.
To live for self and face certain doom,
or allow His light to displace the gloom.
Each day will bring it's harvest sweet,
until in Heaven, they all shall meet.
For in their place around His throne,
they'll worship God in Christ alone!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 12/08/10