©- * HIS PRESENCE * -
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK
The time is going fast.
Who will be the first,
And who will be the last.
Many have gone on
before this day, you see.
Some preceding you,
Some preceding me.
All that went before us,
Will honor us up there
And for each and every one of us
Our burdens they will share.
His teachings we have savored
Each blessing we retain,
And someday in the future
His presence we'll regain.
Author; Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©11-15-05
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