Date Poem: Saturday, May Twenty-Seventh, Two Thousand And Seventeen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (36227)
Petaluma, California
May 28, 2017 11:49pm CST
Short is our time on earth;
Moments fly by after birth.
Take each day as it comes
Slip through the bustle and hum.
Time just ticks on by
The Lord waits on high
All need Him to get through
So reach out to Him, won't you?
©Stacey Uffelman 5-28-17
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