Little Life
Little Life
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.
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