Remembering
Remembering
(New Years Day 2017)
Written: by Miracle Man
5-23/2020
A season of year when leaves weren’t falling,
sixteen drips, adorned an infusion pole.
Lifeless I lay, death, my name was calling,
but a loving God chose to make me whole.
But this wasn't where the story would end,
it's became my witness to His greatness.
Of remaining time before i ascend,
i feel blessed daily by this lateness.
God blesses each one with certain abilities,
and more prodigious than the talent given.
Is how we choose to use our facilities,
Be a light in someone’s darkness; be driven.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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