It Hit Me

 It hit me, as I stood one day.

How life just goes, like words we say.

The thought of loved ones, we hold dear.

Are often gone, as we dismay.

The gift of life, we take for granted.

The blessings of God, though not enchanted.

The ray of sunshine, as it pours on us.

Belongs not to us.

But to God, who is just.

How little we really understand.

That all we have, lasts but a while.

The very breath we breathe, each day.

Is not ours, come what may.

Let us take the time, to think how much.

The Lord has thought, to bless us with.

Let us thank the one, who gave us life.

And not oppress and give cause, to strife.