Acts 17:28 For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.
(written 12-03-04 Hendersonville, TN 3:54PM)
Who keeps my heart beating?
My lungs full of breath?
My mind full of imagination?
Who holds the key of death?
In reality, I have no control
Over this life that I live
At any moment it could stop
If God decided not to give
The next breath that I breathe
Is a blessing in disguise
When I grab it, it’s gone
Before my very eyes
I would like to hoard enough
To control my number of days
But my hands are too small
So I lift them in praise!
To the Giver of Life
In Him all things move and be
What a precious gift I have!
Me
My lungs full of breath?
My mind full of imagination?
Who holds the key of death?
In reality, I have no control
Over this life that I live
At any moment it could stop
If God decided not to give
The next breath that I breathe
Is a blessing in disguise
When I grab it, it’s gone
Before my very eyes
I would like to hoard enough
To control my number of days
But my hands are too small
So I lift them in praise!
To the Giver of Life
In Him all things move and be
What a precious gift I have!
Me
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