His Eye
A life is but the blinking of the Great Creator's eye.
What we do with that short moment, is the reason we are here.
The price we pay for living is the knowledge we will die.
A life is but the blinking of the Great Creator's eye.
God gives us just the time we need, to get our wings and fly.
What happens is not always the way it would appear.
A life is but the blinking of the Great Creator's eye.
What we do with that short moment is the reason we are here.
won 13th
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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