‘Though I know not the vessel that carried you with the grace of God,  across this terra firma.  ‘Though I never had the pleasure of being an active part of your contribution to this world,  as I know it.  ‘Though I was never blessed with the presence of your countenance.

Know this, the reality of the spirit that is you, kept by the grace of the one who creates serves as a continual reminder that in our absence from your presence…You are yet not alone.  For even in the face of death, God is still with you.

Therefore knowing me is not nearly as rewarding as knowing the one who created you, with His grace he saved you, with his life he died for you and with his promise, death has no hold on you.   His reward for your obedience is everlasting!

The smell of victory is sweet, of the spoken word there indeed is power and death has truly lost its’ sting.

Author

Paris F. Robinson