Life is a highway; its step-breadths unfold
In merciful measure of miles gray and gold
Its journey moves forward; it cannot recant
A mile that is traveled; an hour that is spent
Life is a puzzle; its pieces obscure
Both kind and perplexing; for rich or for poor
Its picture keeps changing; One Constant withstands
And He holds the pieces in love’s patient hands
Life is a love-song; its Maestro so dear
His grace tunes each bar as it touches His ear
We lift our instruments, battered offering
Letting His music fill each broken string
Life is a vapor; a wink of the eye
We are not paper-dolls beneath its sky
We are God’s children; harbor of a soul
And life is a highway that leads to its goal
© Janet Martin
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14
so many different shapes of life:) and we have to play along......
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