Not Any, Not All

Not all that we have,
nor all that we have lost,
not every blessing that has taught us
the meaning of cost:

Not all that has been given
or taken away,
nor every experience
that has shaped every day:

Not every joy
nor every sorrow,
not every gladness
that has given hope for tomorrow:

Not every tired moment
that lingers in the closing dusk,
nor every ache that follows
the breaking of trust:

Not every smile and nod,
nor every gentle touch,
not every cautious encouragement
when the path was rough:

Not all that has made us,
nor shaped us in night,
nor given us form
in the harsh glare of light:

Whether on crowded street
or in the midst of some vast, lonely field,
None of it compares
to the glory

that shall be revealed
in us.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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