The Corrs sang of sadness
When they lost their mum
I am thankful to still have mine
Yet I know time runs short
Soon enough their time will come
My dad is 80, my mum is 77
None of us know when our time
When our days on earth will end
Only God knows all things
He knows the hairs upon our heads
He knows our future and our past
He it is who sees before time began
He it is who understands our plans
Yet plan we might all we like
In the end it all goes as He decides
He is the author and finisher of our days
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