Our life is like a raindrop,
It starts out clean and small
Then gathers with other raindrops,
To make a brook, as if to answer Creation's call
The brook trickles to a creek,
That passes over rocks and snags and falls
The creek travels down to a river
And is pulled into undertows, currents and swirls
The river flows to a mighty ocean
And joins with the land and sky,
Then to form the world
Our world is a tiny speck, in an endless universe,
Around, below, and above
All of creation is lost, only to be found again,
"In God's eternal love"
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