Not My Year [Original Poetry]
Jan 1, 2020
1 min read
Updated: Feb 3, 2020
This
is not my year.
Time isn't mine; this life
is but a breath
exhaled from the lungs of God,
who gifts today.
Pray as I might, I cannot make tomorrow dawn;
it is a grace.
God only knows the days ahead.
He counts my steps,
directs
the pace to take me to Himself.
He: the beginning, the glorious end,
the way all along.
His is the time – His (no, not mine)
minutes, hours, days.
He has lent them to me.
May I not merely spend but invest what He gives.
This is not my life;
it is His.
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