What Can I Say?
This poem was written in response to the question "if you found out you had a week left to live, what would you tell the world before you go?" Regardless of whether I have a week or a century left to live, the truths that I want to share with others of what it means to follow Christ are simple.
What Can I Say?
My days are numbered.
I see the bough bending,
I hear the snap that will come—
I wish I could toss
All that I’ve learned
Like a life preserver
To a drowning soul.
What can I say?
If I have a century,
Or a year,
Or a day,
Or a minute,
I would spend the rest of my life
Saying:
Let every step be seasoned with grace,
Every jump be made in faith,
Every touch guided
By love.
What Can I Say?
My days are numbered.
I see the bough bending,
I hear the snap that will come—
I wish I could toss
All that I’ve learned
Like a life preserver
To a drowning soul.
What can I say?
If I have a century,
Or a year,
Or a day,
Or a minute,
I would spend the rest of my life
Saying:
Let every step be seasoned with grace,
Every jump be made in faith,
Every touch guided
By love.
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