Unnumbered Days
Unnumbered Days
Written: by Miracle Man
10-11-2019
Spent days lie behind me,
and future days are uncertain.
They’re viewed through a haze,
until God raises the curtain.
I don’t know the remaining count,
but they’re held in God’s clutch.
More than once, in life, I’ve felt,
from on high, His healing touch.
My future days are unsettled,
and I’ve seen change as I’ve grown.
At the end of life my harvest,
will be from earthly seeds I’ve sown. *
So that leaves me this morning,
to gaze, as another sun rises.
To reap unwarranted blessings,
but sometimes, God chastises.
* Ephesians 2:9 (KJV)
“Not of works, lest any man should boast”.
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