unchanging as the pattern of seasons,
the years of our lives pass.
The mighty river slowly carves
a new waterway without notice.
It's course is cast.
The great mountains,
resplendant in forest foliage,
stand as sentinels of time
seemingly never to change,
but they do in every clime.
As predictable cycles of life
wax and wane in
so too our lives, God's greatest work.
We shape our eternal destiny.
11 July 2010
Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?
Who shall dwell in thy holy hill?
He that walketh uprightly, and worketh
righteousness, and speaketh the truth
in his heart.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!! You are ALWAYS in my thoughts and prayers.