Author Of Our Lives
Down through the ages
Words were written by many sages.
Each one thinking he had found
The answer to question all around.
And each confidently said to follow
The advice spouted forth for us to swallow.
Many a man did blindly take
These sages at their word—much to their mistake.
For in following the wisdom of men
Happiness and peace are not found-- what to do then?
There is hope beyond compare
That will not trap us in a deadly snare.
The Author of our lives
Has given us a way to survive.
Each day he writes a chapter new
Shining a light, allowing us to begin anew.
He reaches out with a heavenly pen
On our hearts once again.
He inscribes His love, His compassion
Giving us much needed direction.
Our reason for living is recorded in His book
Just waiting for us to open and look.
His ways are not hard, His love not withheld.
His voice is reassuring, in His hand we are held.
Each day He writes wisdom without compare,
Direction to follow, and so to prepare
For that day when we leave our earthly shell
And return to our eternal home with Him to dwell.
By: Ann Martin
June 17, 2002
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