The Promise

The Promise

Life is a promise and so at the end
A promise that God the creator out of its love will surely send.
It was a gift to those who journey on this green earth
Forgive us, forgive us; if we prove not our human worth.

Time is to toil, love, and receive
A gift within the promise of creations we do weave.
Allow us a short time we need to dream and sleep
The smallest portion of our gift be our time to weep.

A time of company with the attractive face
Along with a gift of physical difference in every race.
To include the multitude given us to acknowledge and see
When I ask for much it is for others; not just me.

Let the promise contain laughter, joy, happiness and even tears
With tenure of time according to your will and not earthly years.
To touch our children's children and onward towards time
Our love into the millennium to show they are yours and also mine.

When I ask it is because I wish to see
That as your child I know you love me.
Allow me the good memories of my past and not the bad
The voice, words, music, touch; and faces of love, that I had.

Let peace, praise and prayers always be components of life
As children, parents, family and the beautiful Mother and wife.
A harvest and bounty to be part of our toil
As the seed of life should never lie in the soil.

You are the giver and taker always to give once more
The promise to be seen when we open the door.
You know our failings to do your will
Do not allow the seed to remain dormant and also still.

Within the promise is also the word renew
The gift given to us by only you.
You are the spiritual parent we never had
A God to hold us; when the tears of sin make us sad.

~Chuck Hurley~

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