Two Poems We Hope Will Comfort You

One: Whatever Beauty This World Holds Whatever beauty this world holds, It holds as a poor reflection of heaven. It holds yet as pure as the earthly can be, It holds, and it draws me more close to Thee. Whatever beauty this world contains, It contains as a gift from heaven. It contains as mist or rains, Something of the glory to be known. It contains yet a bit, yet a scent, And through it I see and sense Incense which draws me more close to Thee. Whatever beauty of bird or morning's dew, Can only point me more to You For all that is lovely in truth and delight, Is at God's right hand in radiant light. Two: When and Why Does a Christian Die? A Christian's death comes when he or she has completed the tasks Their Lord asks-- And then comes the rest, And then comes the glory, And then comes the seeing. And then death is the means To life in its fullhness, For life is being with and like Christ.