It was old friends full of love
Perfect fits like hand in glove
It was a gift from up above
'twas what shared histories are made of
So, what's this thing akin to grief?
Held back tears...NOT from relief..
Were they from knowledge and belief
That time is going to be our thief?
Teach the children. Tell them how
They'd best prioritize it now
The years go by, and...wow, oh WOW
To passing time we ALL will bow.
But, Jesus tells us "do not fret."
The best of things are coming yet.
For all who in His arms have leapt
Even tho they may have slept.
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