Dust if you must . . . but wouldn’t it be =
better
To paint a picture, or write a letter?
Bake a cake, or plant a seed?
Ponder the difference between want and need. =
Dust if you must . . . but there is not much =
time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish and life to lead. =
Dust if you must . . . but the world’s out =
there
With the sun in your eyes, wind in your hair;
A flutter of =
snow, a shower of rain:
This day =
will not come around again.
Dust =
if you must . . . but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not =
kind.
And when you go, and go you =
must,
You, yourself, will make =
more dust.
[Remember, a house becomes a home when you can =
write "I Love You" in the dust on the end table.
=
Just don’t write the date.]
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"