Sunday, May 11, 2008

God's Handwriting

He writes in characters too grand
For our short sight to understand
We catch but broken strokes, and try
To fathom all the mystery
Of withered hopes, of death, of life
The endless war, the useless strife
But there, with larger, clearer sight,
We shall see this - His way was right


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