Leah Andersen

April 24, 2014

Leah Andersen

My time is short, the end is near,

My thoughts are almost gone;

I have mere moments left to me

Before I travel on.

An unseen foe has entered in

To crowd out thoughts with force.

My mind submits and weakens,

Yet, I known I am the LORD’S.

My family stands as sentries;

Their watchful gaze is steady.

Their love is strong, but their strength now lags

As I’m made Heaven-ready.

My LORD knows what He doeth;

This trial’s but a flame

To purify and purge my dross

And glorify His Name.

I cannot feign to explain away

This death that seems so cruel,

I only trust in Him Who lives

And allows the fire more fuel.

My family, friends look up to Him,

(Is God sad at their plea?),

“We can’t see yet the meaning, LORD!

Give us Thy grace and strength!”

Yes, “can’t see yet” is just the phrase

To use, I know it’s true.

Paul writes, “We know that someday

We will see all worked for good.”