Sometimes the ones
We hold so dear,
Can make us smile--
Or shed some tears.
Some things we keep and treasure,
Other's may think dumb.
What they think doesn't matter--
We know where each came from.
Sometimes memories
Are all we've got--
Of wonderful times
With the ones we loved.
Sometimes the memories
Are bad--but they can't hurt
You now. You walk over
Them like the dirt.
Sometimes the reasons things
Happen we can't understand.
We just have to remember--
It's all in God's hands.
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