(6-24-06 Covington, TN 12:53AM)
Being away
Brings reflection to the mind
Where am I going?
Will I arrive on time?
Always scurrying about
Never stopping for a breath
Leaves you 6 feet under
Causing an untimely death
Stress winds you up
Dropping you like a yo-yo to ground
Down and up you spin
Never knowing a peaceful sound
Until the energy runs out
Only by a thread you hang
Can faith pull me higher?
Always when connected to the Invisible Hand
He’ll move mountains
If we only believe
Be still and know His thoughts
There’s something up His sleeve
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