How,
Can it be?
But it is,
And it remains so.
Some live longer,
Some not so long,
Some "just right,"
Some "too soon".
All are on time -
in Your time, Lord;
Your time.
Time is telling the story,
in a particular way.
And so the heart,
With all its scars,
And through all it has been through,
Is ever renewed to receive what gifts have been prepared for it.
And the heart receives them on time.
Your time, Lord;
Your time.
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