God did not make me in a single hour:
He fashioned me for laughter.love.tears
And as a tree tt slowly comes to flower,
He gave me time, the blessed gift of years.
God did not make me with a single breath:
He gave me will to strive and hope and trust,
And days for growth, so tt e hour of death
Might total well, not blow e sun to dust.
May I grow graciously, through sun n rain,
In tolerance and kindness for all men, and
If life's storms shld bow my head w pain,
Let not my soul be a stunted tree;
Let me not fall, but reach toward the stars;
And let me grow as God has planned for me
stir (: - 9:57 PM.