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Now Is Always The Time

Watching my daughter climb an enchanted rock
My son deciding how to live his life’s story
They can see my guiding light
But not how my youth begs to say I’m sorry

While they look I gently push them forward
They look back and ask if I know
But they are not marching in time
The ground beneath them changes as they go

They have scattered rocks to make a path
The water they wash their feet
Cleansed as faith can
Untangled from what only God can defeat

We know each moment can be ours alone
If we remember that it will pass
There is no rush to the next year after
For what would it bring but longing for the past

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