The Other Side

As we grow older, life has a way of letting us know that we cannot skip with alacrity anymore. It makes us cautiously sit up and see what parts have decided that they might ache today. But that's okay because one day there will be no more pain, on the other side. Here is a little poem to that effect:

There Is a Little Girl

There is a little girl

Who lives inside of me

And she is as happy as

Any little girl can be.

She is not bothered by the posturing

Of men with their threats of war and such

For she knows that she has a loving

Father, Who loves her very much

And she knows what it is to be reassured

By His tender loving touch

When she is unsettled by life's pushing and shoving.

She is not bothered when life makes her cry

Because of the callous treatment that she

Receives from the bitterness in some folks' hands

She just keeps her little face turned upward

With her eyes on God as she follows the

Path that is laid out for her so that she

Makes it to her glorious homeland.

And she is not bothered by

The body of a woman

Who has grown old

Because she knows that one

Day she and the old woman

Will skip on streets of gold.

If we live for the Lord in showing love to our fellowman, what great joys we will have afterwhile!

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones