At 5:15 on January 23, 2013 I woke up and had a thought that forged it's way in to rough draft of a poem.
FIRST DRAFT: We rise to start each day anew
We hurry and make our plans
We often run to and fro
But fortunately its all in God’s hands
I wasn't totally satisfied with the word flow so I modified it slightly to
SECOND DRAFT: Each day we rise to start anew
Hurrying to make our plans
Running often to and fro
Fortunately, life’s all in God’s hands
I shared it with my wife Sharon, again not totally satisfied and what resulted was
THIRD DRAFT: Each day we rise to start anew
Hurrying to make our plans
Running often to and fro
But fortunately it’s all in God’s hands
At this point I opened the poem to Facebook friends and received several good suggestions. While visiting with my Mother at her apartment the FINAL VERSION came to me. it is
Each day we rise to start anew
Hurrying to make our plans
Running often to and fro
Thankful it’s in God’s hands
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