One Thousand Posts Strong!

I've been at this FDW thing for 10 years now, and I had no idea when I started that I would still be 

churning out posts in 2014.

Below is a bit of verse, actually a song, written before I had any computer. I may be posting more
of my old stuff from time to time, both here and at Finer Dry Wit. Enjoy or not.

While we’re here we’ve got to make the most of it-

It seems so strange

Inside we’re changed

It hurts

That we don’t fit into this world, but wait-

I didn’t say that we are orphans, left without a home.

We

Have a home we haven’t seen,

All that we know

The streets are clean and paved with gold

From days of old

We’ve heard the Promise but soon

Will see the Reality.

I can’t wait until we meet again upon that golden street

And we will be together for Eternity.

While we’re here we’ve got to make the most of it-

There are many others out there,

Living jigsaw puzzle lives

No matter how they try, can’t make the pieces fit.

Inheritors are we,

The ones with nothing else to live for that is

Touchable, felt or eaten here on earth.

We’re different, strange, peculiar-yes,

We’ve settled for the very best:

The offering of God to change our hearts from stone to flesh.