Our Inheritance (Poem in honor of Jewel Hogan for her funeral, Oct. 18, 1997)
I dreamed that the Lord came by my bedside
And took me far away.
On a tour of Heaven,
Everywhere I looked my eyes
Saw the beauty of gold and prescious jewels
As abundant as the grass of the earth
Everywhere I walked my ears heard
A mighty chorus of voices praising God
As constant and tireless as the waves of the ocean.
All around me,
I could feel tremendous peace and love
For there was no darkness, disappointments, disabilities, nor death.
Then Jesus held me close and said, “Your room here is almost finished.”
But suddenly I grew concerned, and tears came to my eyes,
As I realized how unfinished the rooms for my loved ones were.
“This world is cruel and mean, will they be okay?,” I said.
Then Jesus took my hand and tenderly smiled as he reminded me,
“Honey, you aren’t the only one who loves them you know.
I am the power behind those prayers.
I am the joy behind your laughter and smile.
I am the strength behind your work.
I am the grace behind your
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