Title:- Last Words Spoken
Genesis 49:32-50:1 And when Jacob had finished commanding his sons, he drew his feet up into the bed and breathed his last, and was gathered to his people. Then Joseph fell on his father's face and wept over him, and kissed him.
The small hamlet of Bognor Rocks on the South Coast of England, in the twentieth century became the select seaside resort for the convalescence and recovery of the very ‘well to do.’ King George V, when in good health, liked the place so much that he granted the town the suffix of ‘Regis’. Bognor Regis had now come of age. You would have thought that this Kingly accolade would have made the place famous, but you would be wrong. What has marked the town forever, are the final words of the same King, who, when on his deathbed was asked if he would like to spend his final days in his favorite resort of Bognor Regis, retorted “Bugger Bognor!” and died at the mere thought of going there!
Another Englishman, born in Kent to wealthy parents, after serving out his time as an accountant in the City of London, was pensioned off to fulfil his desires of writing. ‘Goodbye’ is one of the poems of Walter De La Mare and today, ends our present theme of powerful words.
The last of last words spoken is Goodbye----The last dismantled flower in the weed grown hedge,
The last feeble rumour of a bell far ringing,
The last blind rat to spurn the mildewed rye.
A hardening darkness glasses the haunting eye
Shines into nothing the watchers burned out candle
Wreathes into scentless nothing the wasting incense
Faints in the outer silence the hunting cry
Love of its muted music breathes no sigh,
Thought in her ivory tower gropes in her spinning
Toss on in vain the whispering trees of Eden
The last of all last words spoken is, Goodbye.
Words have power and our lives are full of them. Few of us shall have the rare opportunity, with great clarity of mind, to be able to speak with power our final words. A car accident, a debilitating disease, imprisonment, separation, and a multitude of other silences may rob us of the power of our final words. So think on friends, think on, for I have determined that ‘Goodbye’ shall not be my final words but “Au Revoir” and “We shall meet again in far better days than these,” for this certain hope of a promised tomorrow shall now dress my lips each day and clothe my pen at night with an invitation to always follow me, even as I will always follow Christ.
How about you? Will your life be the pen that always writes in power, your final words to those you love?
Listen:- This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. Through the LORD's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23
Pray:- Let Your honour and Your praise Oh God, wing my words each day and clothe them with inviting hope each night, amen.
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