There’ll be no more dirty feet to wash
Or tears to wipe away
No more chance to say, “Forgiven.”
To a son who’s lost his way
Oh yes the Lord will light our world
As our praises fill the air
But our chance to reach the lost
Is not an option there
Why do we wish for heaven so?
It’s time is soon to be
Right now we have a day to give
Before its shadows flee
Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go
away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
Song of Solomon 4:6 ESV
Before Its Shadows Flee by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2021 all rights reserved
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
Psalm 139:13-16 NLT
“A person’s a person no matter how small” Theodore Seuss Geisel ( Dr. Seuss )
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