Here I am watching again,
sitting still, watching traffic,
on the 104,
and the birds at the feeders,
and flying to trees and back again.
My mind slips into another gear,
when I was small,
and Aunt Annie lived here.
On Sunday a man came,
and he sit on the porch,
with binoculars he made,
watching the hill for a deer.
Aunt Annie love people,
and her neighbours to drop in,
have a cup of tea,
and maybe some cookies for me,
My Grand Parents lived across the road,
enjoying their family,
and watching them as they growed.
I miss them all; I would love to see them again;
I know most believed in Christ,
and they are with the Savior,
and waiting for us to join them up there.
I sit and watch the clouds float by,
and my ears are listening,
for sounds in the sky;
because one day soon in the clouds,
our Redeemer will appear,rr
and a trumpet will sound,
O, what sweet music to my ears.
So dear friend,
I ask this from you,
Do you believe in Jesus?
His life, His cross, His death,
His resurrection and His ascending?
Then come and watch with me,
up into the clouds, watching for our Redeemer,
and hear that trumpet sound,
and as our feet leave the ground,
and with others we will meet Him in the air.
So come and keep looking,
for His wonderful appearing in the air,
never more to be lonely, no pain,sorrow or care;
but eternal security in Christ,
because people believed and prayed,
placing us in their family, beautiful family of God to stay!
~Winston Staples
