Our Time Poem by Myrna Migala
Our Time
"Our Time" wrote in the poetic form of Alouette
We live, yet we die
A gift of will; why?
The gift from whom, God our voice
He came — gave us time
Life — our turn to shine
Death He gives again our choice!
Helps us on our way
Expects us to pray
Asking for — claiming Wisdom
Angels there to guide
Always on our side
Calling all to His Kingdom
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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