See those distant hills?
They mark our time as the sun creeps below the horizon.
Sneeky, isn't it, how the days pass -
this one quickly, that one as slowly as a cat's early morning stretch.
I bask in the sun of my life - love, friends, sisters.
Even my daily chores fill my hours with meaning as I prepare a meal to sustain,
clothes in which to work,
a place to lay my head.
Meaning isn't found in what I do, or who I am,
but in why all those are, and who they serve.
As for me and my house,
we will serve the Lord.
No trite phrase, glibly uttered,
but a truth and a commitment wholly felt,
fully believed.
This measures my time, my days, my life, my meaning.
This holds me in my hours, yet lifts me up
toward an eternal hope.
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Lovely
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