Things often seem to come and go
Some too fast others far too slow.
Can things die even before their born?
Does a little life wear out before it’s worn?
Can something pass that hasn’t yet come?
Can something finish though it has not yet begun?
Our silent tears fall
For that one
Whose life ended before it had begun.
Life is little, short and precious
Little it may be but life it is
God holds that little life in the strong hands of his.