As we put our puzzles together,
Forming those pictures of our lives.
Some of them fit tighter,
As we place them side, by side.
Then like magic forms its beauty,
Of what our lives have always been.
The joys, the tears, laughter and love,
Of our lifes pieces from within.
I'm rounding out my edges now,
Of the puzzle which I have made,
With its colors like the rainbow,
Of which so much to me God gave.
But one piece is yet still missing,
there yet to complete it all.
I will hold onto that final piece,
Until I hear the trumpets of God's call.
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