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His Last Letter Home












Death.  Just the word alone seems so biting and cold.  It seems to most that whatever may lie beyond the gloomy grave is mysteriously shrouded from view, if there is anything beyond at all.  Uncertainty.  No assurance of being alive forever.  Slipping into endless oblivion.  What a chilling thought! 

Everyday, thousands of people die from sickness, accidents, wars, etc, leaving behind empty places and sorrow-filled heartaches.  We don't know when our last day is.  If it were today, what would be our final destiny?  Where would we be in ten, a hundred, or a thousand years?  

My late grandpa wrote a touching poem some time ago, after serving in WWII.  

His Last Letter Home
by Steve Daley

The young soldier lay so silent
For him the war had ended
But in his hand he clutched a note
And this is how he penned it

Dear Mom & Dad, dear sister too
This war's gone on too long
The fighting worsens day by day
Never stops morning, dusk, or dawn

I dream of being home with you
With dad, sister, and friends galore
Oh I miss you all so very much
Can't wait to be rapping on the door

I saw cousin Tom a few days ago
He was manning a signal line
To me he looked so tired
But he said that he was fine

Mom, remember that little Bible
With special verses underlined
You gave it to me with tears & hugs
God's letter to me - it was mine

I never did take too much time
In doing things God's way
But I've just got to tell you mom
He's "mine", I claimed Him yesterday

Mom, I used to listen and even liked
The way you used to pray
Soon we'll kneel down together and
To a loving God I have much to say

Till then I really want you to know
Just what God means to me
Oh mom he's everything, just everything
For the whole wide world to see

Now take care, please don't worry
Just pray the time will fly
And be at the door to meet me
Your homesick soldier boy

"Mom" never saw her boy again, no
Just the note he clutched in his hand as he died
Yes this was his last letter home


My grandpa passed away this year with the peace that only God can give.  We have no need to fear if we consecrate ourselves to God every morning, giving Him all, allowing Him to take control, asking Him to wash away our sins.  The thief on the cross repented at the last moment, and Jesus promised Him that he would be with Him in paradise.  Jesus promises the same to us.  

"Choose ye this day whom you will serve; as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." 
- Joshua 24:15

Jesus is coming soon!!!





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