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Rejoicing Knows No Age

Reading the LIFE of thy JESUS,'n really focusing in upon it....

don't miss out upon all the times that were once from thy eyes hid.

Rejoicing is truly great,'n should be so...

but HE was so seeked after....left HIM very little time to just be alone !

Even we of today are ever crying out up to HIM ,to come soon....

o' yes are to rejoice in the thoughts of our Bridegroom.....

but let us not forget the role assigned to each to do.

If get so busy in more than what was assigned......it takes it's toll.....

quickly burn out.....'n often cannot complete, as hoped.....

so speaks one that ponders upon , now being old....

'n in came to mind the man's extensive study of an EAGLE.

When the eagle's soaring is at it's end, he flies,'n lands on a Rock,

where by no longer is high up....soaring about.

He sits very still...'n stares directly toward the SUN...

until at last.....death comes !

As depressing as that might seem to the eagles yet flying high....

truly is not the intention to bring down in one's flight....

only to hope that ones will be more wise in the given role in their life,

a role so Divine...'n to put things of lesser value aside.

Never get the idea that the old are pass rejoicing in the LORD...

it is that they no longer feel like they have to be as a Super star....

yet their role is still just as important..no matter how old are.

They can also see where others are, running a race that drains...

o' there seems to be no time to enjoy just the little things.

It has become next to impossible to even do so, as did years ago....

in one way or another....everyone is carrying a very heavy load. ....

can only speak...as one involved in lives of other people.

The heart breaks for such..................................

as was so different, for the older, that once was young....

so this is the urgent prayer said up to our JESUS.....

to pour out abundantly... super natural strength into THY daughters,'n sons,

as in these times, it is so needed...until THOU does come !

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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