The moving finger.

                         The moving finger writes its words
                         Then slowly moves on by.
                         In silence it leaves its message,
                         To a heart and Soul that cries.

                         It wrote of love and longing too
                         of pain so hard to bear
                         of such a gentle Soul as she
                         It tries to hold her high.

                         It tells of love so fleeting
                         and moves along the way
                         but if left alone to Gods keeping
                         Then He will show the way.

                         To understand what we go through
                         as we walk along the way,
                         of life that was given to us by God
                         He knows and we have no say.

                         We came from Him, we go to Him,
                         and He allows us all to play
                         A little part of one life and love
                         and then we have to pay.

                         We all must pay the piper
                         Who knows our note and tune,
                         If he gives his call to each in turn
                         We answer from our roots.