Life
Born on the wing of time,
Flowing ever so gentle,
A life becoms amazingly real
Along God's glorious mantle.
Each life is born only on
The things that God has made,
And any time a life falls off,
He'll put it back, fully paid.
To Him, a life is too precious
To be considered a waste.
If that life wishes to fall off,
The life, He's willing, to paste.
And when that life in flesh is gone,
All that's left is life's wind,
The life will go on forever.
It's alive in Heaven, we'll find.