It's hard to be torn
Between two worlds.
One where our loved ones have gone,
And this one we call home.

The Apostle Paul said
He longed to go
But he'd stay
For the saints to edify.

I now understand
What he meant
With most of my loved ones there
And a few still here.

I long to go
But stay I must
To run my course
It's just...

I can't leave it to another
They may not take the baton
And would I hear that welcome
"My child, well done."

We're each called
To a job of our own
And when it's done
It'll be time to go home.

So work I will
For time is short
Jesus is coming here
And we'll meet him in the air.

Will we wish we had more time
To finish the task we were given
Or will we be glad
It's our time for Heaven.

Then it's not the end
Time for us will just begin
When the people we love
Will all be around.

All my poems center
On the loved ones we'll see
But what about the ones not there?
Now is the time to care.