A Life Well Lived
How will we be judged...
When our journey through life is o'er
And we stand before our maker
At the foot of heaven's door?
Will the gold and silver we possess
Be added to our score
Or will our shabby coat lead us
To be halted at the Door?
I believe a loving God
Will welcome all that lived... -
It was a difficult week as Mr. b and his brother and sister
buried their mother. She was 95 years old which meant it
was definitely a celebration of a life well lived.