THE STATIONS

Life is but a journey, we travel day by day,
Each day is but a station, we stop at on the way.
There are things to put in order
Jobs which must be done
But with joy we'll reach our destiny
When God to us says "come”.

Let's put our souls in order
Pack away our silent fears
For the journey that we're travelling
Will finally wipe away all tears.

God will meet us at the doorway
Our loved ones waiting too
Will reach out to embrace us
And in joyous union soothe

The sorrows of the journey,
The stations passed along the way,
 And welcome us to Heaven
The final stop of our seeking days.

                               ©Helen Catherine Cramer
                                     19th July 1982

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