Memories Make Life
Life is filled with memories, both good and bad,
many times I face days with rivers to cross.
Frequently, my memories bequeathed will be sad,
so the pleasing i embrace, and unhappy one’s toss.
But I try not forgetting that I’m in God’s care,
and so, eventually all my days will be bright.
God will not put more on me than I can bear,
until i live forever where there is no night.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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