time

The Gift of Time

We all, a set amount posses,
if we be rich, or poor,
we cannot hold, or gather up
to save, or try to store.

It creeps along when we are young,
but speeds by when we’re old.
Enables future dreams to fly,
relives in stories told.

The time we spend can fix or mend,
A broken heart’s despair,
It heals the wounds of sad neglect,
and fosters loving care.

This time our Father gives to us,
These moments- are His gift,
To fill with love, and memory sweet,
To strengthen, and uplift.

Saturday June 20, 2015

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