The Gift

The Gift

Another day brings its gift,
Amidst the joy and sorrow,
Our minds like wheat left to sift,
Time is given not borrowed,
Piercing hearts from God’s arrow.

Yet if we dare to be still,
It’s not about tomorrow,
Rather hearts will find their fill,
Carrying crosses uphill.

A special Love holds our hand,
Pulling our weight upward still,
Through this darkness of the damned.

Brothers help to lift my cross,
Leaving hearts to fathom the gift of true love’s cost.


By Chris Clody 7/24/14


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