Divinefavor

Life, too often, is rushed. No time to waste, no time to relax No time to even say good morning " Tick-Tock " says the clock! Everyone's gotta be somewhere Rush, rush, rush Rush to school Rush back home Rush to work Rush to eat Rush to bed Rush Rush about thoughts of the future What will we eat, or what we will wear Who will we meet Which college, which game to win or lose What profession to choose, or which spouse And during those sleepless nights, on and on and on As thoughts of the future Ride rollercoasters on the tracks in our minds All of a sudden BANG! knocks the Thief of the Night And we are afraid, even terrified Of what is next to come. . . Pause the story. What about life in this moment. . . Take a breath or two And maybe, just maybe, You will hear the soft, tender voice of a Friend Telling you not to worry.