Grief Poem - The Clock Ticks On
Last updated 6/4/2021 at 8:14am
The clock ticks on, though you've been gone; days, weeks, months or some years.
You're daily missed, sunshine or clouds; we often shed some tears.
Amazing how the Lord made us, sperm, eggs and free-will mind;
We have a choice, each one of us, we can be rash or kind.
It's fun to watch the many birds, they're under God's safe care,
Birdbath is full, they drink or bathe, then fly to who knows where.
But we were made in God's image, for us He cares much more.
Home is with Him in Heaven above; we'll meet 'cross Jordon's shore.
You care for those who've gone ahead, parent, sibling o...