Toil
We are the voice on the wind
We are the vapor in the cloud
It is us that is a grain in the hourglass
All our chasing,
All of our fumbling
It is us with callused empty hands
We today regret
We tomorrow lose
It is our burden having forgotten simple things
Our purpose not our plan
Our happiness not our hard work
It is grace that sets us free.
Copyright © Brian Hebisen | Year Posted 2009
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