Saturday, January 07, 2006
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.
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