We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The days of old as laurels felled Bring tears to eyes from feelings welled. The childhood days of lasting bliss Have dimmed their hopes in sadness sore That victors may be seen no more Without renewing hearts by this... The Master's kiss of honor grand Will lead fore'er throughout the land. The childhood days will be renewed Through honored dead so lately gone In search of Heaven's greatest Son. The laurels lie in state thus hewed... The life endued with lasting breath Bound not to death the best is viewed. by Jay O'Toole on March 17th, 2018 |