Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Cold Hands

100 years once seemed too short
too much life to hold
inside time’s fragile fingers

I used to think I was special
all my living would hold
time back from beating

I’m almost 26 now
and still time goes on

average seems its own death
yet fragile fingers’ icy grip
reminds me that it's time
to swallow down pride

It’s alright to live small, but well
to be humble, and sincere
it is not average
to learn to love wholly
to learn to surrender
I used to hope to burn like 1,000 stars
To burn like one would be enough now.

a lifetime will be enough
to learn to love Him
to learn what life is

it will be enough.

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