Your Changes

YOUR CHANGES The heat of mid-day slowing down your pace, I watched as all your world was put in place. Your changes from a girl to who you'll be, I witnessed; others could not even see. Too close to you, I guess, to see your eyes, and still they never guess, how time it flies, As God was re-arranging who you'll be, I thanked Him that no one could see but me. Each morning I could see someone made new. Each evening someone else was there in you. And Heaven knows I worshiped who you'll be Your changing, no one ever saw but me. Your photographs show changes God has done, but who has witnessed but for me--no one.