I could repeat that well-worn phrase of how time flies and
slips too fast
From days; or I could stand and pine for phantom shadows it
has cast
Or I can pause and count the awesome gifts God grants in
countless ways
Instead of silent sorrowing for what Past seals within its haze
I could persist in being kissed by wishing for what cannot
be
Or I can celebrate the love of God in glad humility
For happiness is not a trait of physical accomplishment
But a learned ‘in whatever state I am therewith to be
content’
I could lament for years long-spent, or covet what cannot be
mine
Or I can learn, Time’s no return is unrelenting in design
And I can choose to live, laugh, love and ever make of it,
the best
For none can tell when grief’s farewell will usher in our
final rest
© Janet Martin
Celebrating 48 years of Jesus' love!
Janet, happy birthday!Here's to many many more wonderful happy years. Wishing you lots of laughter and love.
ReplyDeleteThank-you, dear encouraging friend.
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