All living things must yield;
the cycle is revealed.
A leaf, once green, turns brown
then, falling to the ground,
Though some have more and some have less
All have the gifts that He imparts
His children will find happiness
Not in belongings they possess
But in the longings of their hearts
Though some have more and some have less
God’s little ones are most content.
They make no arrogant demand,
but try to fill each simple need
by taking on the task at hand.
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“That’s the real trouble with the world; too many people grow up.”
– Walt Disney
“It takes a very long time to become young.” – Pablo Picasso
“Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.” – Marty Rubin
“Listen to the child in you and follow its innocence.” – Munia Khan
The past stands patiently behind our backs
Invisible at times, or just unseen
Obscured by haste and waste and quantum facts
Upstaged by beeper, phone and fax machine
The sun will rise each day, and night will fall.
We here can only wait, and watch, and see.
It is not ours to tamper with the flow
Of nature, nor mistrust her majesty.
with brush in hand
the world unfolds
ain’t color grand
each stroke explodes
Don’t mess with me
Don’t crowd my space
You’re in my way
You’re in my face
Behold, He stands at the door and knocks,
Will any let this Servant in?
For He who drank the bitter cup
would sup with those He raised from sin.