When I was young, I learned to creep and crawl;
Then standing, I began to walk about.
It wasn’t long before my legs could run,
With friends and sisters I would play and shout.
I’m older now, and running less and less.
One day perhaps the walking, too, will slow.
But when I breathe my last, then I will fly,
To meet my Savior yonder I will go.
Psalm 90:10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Written for the Five-Minute-Friday Link-up: FLY
Copyright © 2018 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo taken in Outer Banks, NC, 2017
The Abundant Heart 
I really like your poem. =) Thank you for sharing your heart.
Visiting from #38 today at the FMF linkup.
~Lisa
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Thank you, Lisa! I’ll be right over to see what you wrote. 🙂
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Really a wonderful post, Angela!!! So beautifully penned! Loved the journey through life theme!
I tried my second FMF today. I like that site!
xoxo
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Thank you, Chuck. I’m glad you did. I enjoy the challenge. Confession time: Sometimes I “cheat” and reset the timer, but not this time. 🙂
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Be sure and enjoy Angela’s poem FMF: FLY – for Five Minute Friday Link Up: Fly. Come try Five Minute Friday and get some inspiration and have some fun!
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Angela, I loved your post. I felt the warmth from this life the transition and when we finally arrive home. Thankyou.
Be blessed from fmf #49
Nancy
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Thank you, Nancy. Blessings to you!
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