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This poem is dedicated to Faith and Caitlin Kadlub, who were both killed in an auto accident when their car was hit by a semi truck. They both played the violin at their church, and were the only children of their parents. This poem talks about how incredibly important, life - changing events can happen right before our eyes on any day that goes by. We live our lifes, and do our jobs, and our minds are set on the daily grind most of the time. When Jesus died, it was like any other day in many respects. Yes, there were miracles, and hours of darkness, etc, but I wonder how many people forgot about the whole thing in less than a week unless they had followed Jesus. It is really hard to just “Let Faith and Caitlin go,” which is what the world usually wants. “Get on with your life. You’ve had enough time to get over this.” But that isn’t how things work. When you lose 2 people like Faith and Caitlin, the world for you will never be the same again. It is a time when you will go through - not around - a valley of grief that sometimes other people just don’t understand. But one thing that can bring hope is knowing that the King of the Ages met Faith and Caitlin, as they went through the doorway of death. “God is not the God of the dead, but of the living.” In the daily grind of life, when most people won’t notice or even remember the tragedy that scars your soul forever, we have a God who loves us and allowed his only Son to die on a hill near a garbage dump while people made fun of him. God is always aware of the massively important things of life, even when everyone around us is completely unaware that your heart was just torn to shreds.
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When Life Went By
The farmers plowed their fields, The bakers made their bread, Carts of food and flowers sold And cattle and sheep were fed,
Life went by Like any other day But something like no other Happened they say - The Son of God was dying On a hill out by a dump Where farmers and bakers And candle stick makers Threw out what they didn’t want
Some people noticed Some people cried Some people ran away On the day the Son of God died But other people just baked their bread Or made sure their animals were fed Never taking a thought For anything else that day Except doing what you do For a single days’ pay…
And years and years later A helicopter flew overhead Not many paid attention Not much was even said When they carried their priceless cargo Quickly to a place Where doctors and nurses tried so hard to race Against the odds, against the clock, Against the tragedy they tried to stop, With everyone who loved them waiting to hear, If perhaps there could be some good news On that day so drear, And finding that they had lost both sisters Both children, both friends, both priceless girls So very dear…
And the bakers make their bread And farmers plow their fields And life goes on and on But will never ever yield To the hopes and dreams and wishes of so many Who wish they were back here Who wish they were near… Who must carry on in the everyday And sometimes hold back the tears When they remember Faith and Caitlin.
And on the day that Jesus died Some people didn’t notice While others stood and cried But on that day the little things to some Became the big things to come The insignificant and weak Became the strong and mighty words we speak The whispers became shouts and songs The silent agony became the praises of throngs And turned into a mighty gathering of people from all ages Who will bow the knee Before the King of all Ages, When the world of all peoples who have ever been, Shall look with wonder and sing praises to him, Who died a death by a garbage dump, While the world went on with their all - important daily grind And in their mind It was just another day.
And when Faith and Caitlin left that day Some people hardly noticed As Faith and Caitlin went on their way – to heaven. But as the door of death opened wide Faith and Caitlin met him who was crucified On a day like any other When the daily grind goes on Faith and Caitlin met the King of the Ages And a new day dawned That shall never end.
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