Not Lost, But Gone Before, by Margaret Gatty (1809-1873), Parables from Nature

NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE                 “—Will none of you in pity To those you left behind, disclose the secret?”                                                 BLAIR’S GRAVE. “I WONDER what becomes of the Frog, when he climbs up out of this world, and disappears, so that we do not see even his shadow; till, plop! he is among us again, when

I See Thee Still

This poem captures the hope I hold of of seeing my own sister again through Jesus Christ. Going through cancer our journey together was all about hope, hope dashed, hope revived out of ashes, hope that continually survived against the odds. Even when the doctors came to tell us they could offer us no more

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