Waiting poetry…

Guess where my mind is?
Dry is the flower that falls from the vine
Quick was it’s life of beauty divine
Touched and created by God’s gentle hand
All for His Glory,
all for His plan
Short is a life on the grandest scale
Only to us seems a very long tale
Moment by moment, days as sand
Time measured out
to every man.
Then to our Maker a soul returns
Accounting for even the smallest of words
Actions, thoughts, the slightest deed
Nothing escapes
The Scribe with the reed.
Who is worthy to stand before God?
For mankind is made of dusty sod
Only by Faith in One we are saved
Through Jesus’ blood
our debt paid
LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered— how fleeting my life is. (‭Psalms‬ ‭39‬:‭4‬ NLT)

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2 Responses to Waiting poetry…

  1. EW Chambers says:

    This is wonderful. I really like the rhythm and the imagery. Would you like to know about typos? If not – no worries – they do not distract from the message. 🙂 LizC

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