As the Clock Ticks On
Looking back on the winters of my life,
I realize now, each brought a new light.
Though at the time my eyes did not see,
the wisdom, God was planting in me.
Certain seasons, bring more rain,
and surely, some bring more pain.
As the clock ticks on, taking us through,
for it stands still for no one, this is true.
Change is for certain, as the harsh winds blow,
making us stronger, from that winter's snow.
We pick up the pieces, and our journey goes on,
another chapter finished, then another season born.
An endless cycle are the seasons of life,
and all will be remembered, for wisdom brings new light.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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