Faces The faces of life are often so hard see We see joy and love, but also tragedy. The sun may rise to brighten our day. But, as it sets, we may have lost our way. The time is right or the time is wrong. We sing for joy or we sing a sad song. The faces of life are so often changing. They may look good or need rearranging. A joy of life is that the faces are changing. We see one side and then we see another. Friends may come and friends may go. New friendships form and begin to grow. There is a joy within Gods many graces. Its the joy of seeing lifes many faces. Copyright: 11/21/07 Gary R Hyink Vanity As I stop to look and see, I see a reflection of no one, but me. What a joy it is to see my face, And so it is with the human race. Those who stop to look and see often write That God has blessed me with all his might. So, they pay me lots of money To sit and smile or stand and talk. Wherever I go; they always walk. They take their pictures and write their books. Theyre all amazed by my good looks. But, as I grow old and frail, we all begin to see. Futility will be the end of all such vanity. Copyright: 11/30/07 Gary R. Hyink