Uplifting Life
Life--complex gift received of God's great hands;
no choice have we. When life begins we are
unaware even that we live. The sands
in life's brief glass fall beneath shepherding star.
Childhood's lessons, meant to chart roads ahead
are painful memories, unfortunate,
for babes unwanted, ill, or filled with dread
of abuse, born of souls degenerate.
Propelled by time's swift wave, proportional
or not the hard trials that befall our way,
our response we govern: build bitter walls
or live knowing grief cannot joy outweigh.
I would not blame divine hands who life gave,
for on His kind palm me He did engrave.
Reference to Isaiah 49:16 ESV
Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands;
your walls are continually before me.
Copyright, July 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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