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History 1997
This poem was written, not as a theological discussion, but to help me in thinking of my family who were already a part of that new and different world. I don’t remember when it occurred, but at some point I realized that physical death is not the enemy. That was a big step, one I have come to recognize as difficult for most of us. However it is the way God chooses to teach us, and in my own opinion, it is probably His favorite method. Why? I think it is because it follows a non-painful path all the way through with the exception of that first step. Now, I am able to go forward and contemplate what God has been preparing for us since that time so long ago when he decided to create us as human beings. Most recently I had to release my husband of sixty years to this path and it was sad, but the poem gives me pause now allowing me to contemplate the wonders of that place of refuge made from love, with love. To know he is well, situated in safety among others who love each other gives me great joy. I hope you can gain peace of mind and or now and the anticipation of joining loved ones in the future.

Escape lies in darkness, a street with no name
Where edges are softened and work not the same
Where time does not limit and words never fail
Where friends, ever present, forever prevail.

Such darkness is light at the end of my way
Illumination, glowing through clouds of gray
Beckoning so gently through tunnels of pain
New life is promised though no life remains.

Then weariness, which held me, gives way to hope
For just one glimpse of the eternal scope
And as I press toward the light forgetting all pain
I emerge from my chrysalis, whole again.

Marie Hunter Atwood
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Just for Me

Listening, ever listening to hear the Savior’s voice

But what I hear is a train’s lonely cry and a whiperwill

Lonely as I. Nostalgia fills my heart with pain

For loved ones now long gone and I’m sure

The Lord has left me, in pastures overgrown.

But then I hear a blessing that only I can see

It’s a sweet call of mercy, come dear one to me.

And I saw a lamb beneath a tree calling to me

A tiny lamb who lay in blood beneath an old elm tree

His pitiful little body was mangled don’t you see

And blood stains gleamed like crystal

At the foot of that old tree, my beating heart

Stopped hurting as I fell down on my knees

To thank the Lord in heaven for showing Him to me

I took a soft, soft blanket and wrapped Him tenderly

And headed for my cabin to face now what will be

Because a small broken lamb led me to destiny.

My beating heart stopped hurting as I went down on my knees

Oh Lord, dear God in heaven, it was the Lamb at Calvary

Who hung there on that tree in pain and agony just for me

Just for me, just for me. Thank you Lord, for giving Him for me.