The Last Conversation
It will not be the whispers
With a loved one
As you lay dying
It will not be with Peter
At the pearly gates
It will be a dream
Reminding you
Of a face to face
With the Christ
I Am the Lord’s Sheep Dog
I am the Lord’s sheep dog
I shall not want except to run freely.
You made me to run through green
Pastures, filled with your lost sheep
You strengthen my soul
And build willingness
Into my heart
For your namesake
Sideline Christian
Many Christians are,
Sidelined by design.
Has God put them there
To rest, to think clearly
To hear Him more nearly?
Too much preaching
Hammering home a message,
Hiding a love so tender.
I am a tired Christian
Sidelined by His love!
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.