The Sum Of All His Days Poem by Royston Nella

Lord, is this what life is really all about?
We get to You all wrinkled and so worn out.
Is life what we have become on our last day?
All weakened and plagued by senile decay.

"My child, this is not so, I'm pleased to tell you,
That I don't see your loved one the way you do.
His life before me in panorama displays,
and I see him as the sum of all his days

From his final sigh right back to his first breath,
all is seen by me when he passed through death.
I see the baby giving his parents delight,
and the small boy growing up so fair and bright.

The young lad entering his turbulent teens,
coming to terms with his inherited genes.
All through his adulthood I see him going
forming new friendships and life overflowing.

You see the aging process making him old,
but me I see his whole life before unfold.
Each second and each moment of the years.
I can see his exuberant joys and tears.

Then on that final day as in death he lay,
I see one who has walked with me all the way.
The sum of all his days is what I can see
in your loved one who is standing before Me

He's now with Me, as his new life begins,
one that is not marred by the effect of sins.
Sicknesses and sorrows shall no longer be,
for he is now living in heaven with Me