Fit for the Kingdom
I must die thin. I’m told when we are raised
That not a single hair is lost. So I
Now fear—at least, I would not be amazed
To find—that every pound on hip and thigh
And paunch remains in place. I can’t deny
That what I weigh just now is not the “weigh”
I want to spend eternity. Oh, sigh,
To melt these ugly extra pounds away
Will take consistent, long-term effort day to day.
I must beware. I know that we retain,
When we pass through the veil, the very traits
That we have here. Our hearts and minds remain
Our own—and no transition elevates
Our bitter pettinesses or our hates
To sudden, perfect love. Perhaps I should
Devise a workout plan that emulates
The Lord’s: tone up my soul, if I just could,
And spend forever after REALLY looking good.
Candance enjoyed her life growing up as an Air Force brat, reveling in exotic locales such as NYC, rural France, Okinawa, and Montgomery AL. She later attended BYU, where she graduated in French Education and met her husband, John. Now in Ramona, California, Candy and John enjoy a life with fewer loads of laundry after raising six children and assisting in a cumulative seventy years worth of homework. She divides her time between family, Church service, creative writing, and long walks with her faithful Belgian Shepherd, Puma, who still doesn’t understand why Candy didn’t learn more at that obedience class a few years back.
