Circle of Life
God controls when the music stops.
A chair is taken away and an important person in my life is taken out.
As life continues, the music changes and I change with it.
With each chair moving, the tempo and mood of the music changes, but God is there.
Important chunks of who I am change or are ripped away.
However, there is hope in the music, and God is there.
New people enter the game and the circle expands again.
There are more changes to the music, and again God is there.
Yet, I am still circling through life.
Until the day the music stops again and grief crashes down again or God takes me home.
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