February 28, 2023
To things of earth I loosely hold,
Try not to keep too firm my grip.
I realize as I grow old,
I’ll check no bags my final trip.
There’s nothing here I’ll need to pack.
My journey to forevermore,
That one-way trip, no ticket back,
I can’t conceive of what’s in store.
Beyond this realm of time and space
I’ll have new eyes and clearly see
The One who put the stars in place,
Who formed the earth by His decree.
Lord help me hold things loosely here.
In time they’ll fade and disappear.