Sometimes I think about what Creation sees
Like the beauty of children playing in mud streets
There snow fakes, never fall where they run and play
Playgrounds are unknown, and the roads are not paved
The wisdom, in the face of the elderly
Their eyes, where knowledge is carried gracefully
Each line tells all of their life's untold stories
Gray hairs are given as a crown of glory
Or when ocean waves crash down on shorelines
The majesty of them, given by design
And the power in them, as they come rolling in
Yet there is life that finds safety therein
How from little tiny seedlings, big trees are grown tall
And new life is given when they die and fall
But birds, make a home in them as they grow up strong
Raising a family as if they belong
Or a couple getting married, all the love in their eyes
The wedding ceremonies meaning that's implied
How before everyone there they make their life decree
To love each other throughout eternity
So very much more than these things have come to be
Even me, all these things, given the chance to see
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about what Creation sees
Like the beauty of children playing in mud streets
There snow fakes, never fall where they run and play
Playgrounds are unknown, and the roads are not paved
The wisdom, in the face of the elderly
Their eyes, where knowledge is carried gracefully
Each line tells all of their life's untold stories
Gray hairs are given as a crown of glory
Or when ocean waves crash down on shorelines
The majesty of them, given by design
And the power in them, as they come rolling in
Yet there is life that finds safety therein
How from little tiny seedlings, big trees are grown tall
And new life is given when they die and fall
But birds, make a home in them as they grow up strong
Raising a family as if they belong
Or a couple getting married, all the love in their eyes
The wedding ceremonies meaning that's implied
How before everyone there they make their life decree
To love each other throughout eternity
So very much more than these things have come to be
Even me, all these things, given the chance to see
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