Life has a beauty all its own.
When it is over some, choose to moan.
Yet there is peace and solace to be found.
Know that in Christ that balm is renowned.
Though today in sadness and solemnity you lay your loved one down.
Know there will be happiness and joy when again you embrace as the trumpets sound.
Life has a beauty all its own.
When it is over we, need not bemoan.
For in Christ there is a hope that transcends death's bitter bonds.
For in His Atoning Grace we are made free in eternity’s eons.
Therefore fear not and to our Redeemer look;
And earnestly seek to add your name to His book.
Life has a beauty all its own.
Rejoice and look forward in hope newly grown.
This poem written for a coworker who had just lost a loved one and who was at a loss and seeking solace. I have since shared it with many others similarly oppressed in their mind and spirit by the loss of treasured companion.
