Before the seeds of time were sown-
before the thoughts of man were shown-
within that void, God's dreams were stirred,
one seed... that's you -- became His word.

When hope meets light, love's purpose dreams,
from words God speaks creation streams;
and one day when you understand-
your hand will reach and grasp God's hand.

My prayers, dear child, will always be-
that one day when your heart can see
you'll gaze upon eternal plains-
and see where God -- triumphant reigns.

Our footprints made will one day fade,
when history's scroll has been waylaid,
and in that land where time's regret
is lain to rest -- God's sun will set.

R.Owen 11/05/2016