Oh Destinies Child
Oh destinies child you are.
Granted and given a chore.
Take one for her and Him.
Take two for them and those.
Keep one for yourself and them.
Where you are no one knows.
You are a breeze in the wind,
From beginning to the very end!
Oh destinies child ye shall remain.
Timing worketh wonders the same.
You were meant to be one for all.
Take this world so great and small.
I give to you a deeply planted seed.
Grow it slow and nurture it very fast.
You will never find yourself in need.
You are sown your first and your last.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
