tic toc – tic toc – tic toc;
the newborn’s lot, now part of clock.
tic toc – tic toc;
its measured days, play out their ways.
tic toc – tic;
life ends its span, its roads been ran.
toc – toc – toc;
saw the start, the sequence, the stop.
tic – tic – tic;
tells me that God sees we, as we saw thee.
tic toc – tic toc – tic toc;
another brought, into newborn’s lot.
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So amazing to know that God sees the whole picture, from start to finish. We get so bogged down n the minute-by-minute. I am grateful to know that God knows and holds every minute of life. I enjoyed this poem very much.
