And so, the
Wheel of Life does spin.
What began has finished and begins again.
Noted be the passage of Time;
where Children Play in the Grand Design.
When to be taken is fated for all thoughs born,
and those left count the cost, with time to mourn.
To Plant, to
grow, to will, to sow,
this is to ne God’s Plan, to know…
what Father provides, He must take away,
year by year and day by day.
Yet lasts on a thing, a blessing driven,
this thing, one thing, which freely is given.
It heals the
wound and springs the crops.
Fruit unyielding, it never stops.
And when hearts cease beating, silent is thought,
this thing, it lives, a breath to be caught.
Know this
thing, it rains form up above.
Intangible, prepared, is our Father’s Love.
It began in the beginning but bares no end,
God’s love, which makes the wheel to spin.