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Beyond comprehension


Psalm 127:3 

3 Children are a gift from the Lord;
    they are a reward from Him.

 

 

Security

 

As a child hidden under the wings 

of Pa and Ma in family’s nest.

Security is there like a forgotten thing

that is ignored ... but often blessed

 

Kids leave home and go their way

with security as to where they go.

When things go wrong call Pa and Ma

They’ll always help ... and this I know.

 

It does not matter what kids do

the helping hand reaches far and wide.

Time and space seem to disappear

when Love and need embrace inside.

 

How to earn good in the course of life

and not to flunk along the way?

Who grades us and defines the test?

Who in the end ... will have to pay?

 

And at the end up to what degree

did I succeed in the school of life?

I know it was not a course by choice

but one given to all ... through strife.

 

In nursing homes the degreed exist

A wealth of knowledge about life’s ways.

Ignored by the ones who know it all

who have degrees but don’t like to pay.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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