Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just ourselves –And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too, for his civility. 
We passed the School, where children strove at recess, in the ring- 
We passed the fields of gazing grain –We passed the setting sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed a swelling of the ground –
The roof was scarcely visible –the cornice in the ground. 
Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads were toward Eternity –

This thoughtful poem written long ago by Emily Dickinson speaks of the death we thought would never come to us. Oh, friends know this well. The day comes for all of us. Are you ready?

He said, behold now, I am old, I know not the day of my death. (Genesis 27:2, KJV)

That applies to all of us. We do not know the time but we can know the where if we have believed on the Lord Jesus Christ as our living Lord and Saviour. 

Prayer- I pray for the lost souls among us. Make yourself known to them Lord so that they will be sure of their where too. Amen.

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