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| THE DASH BETWEEN THE DATES Memorial Day was over now, All had left and I was alone. I began to read the names and dates Chiseled there on every stone. The dates which showed whether it was Mom or Dad Or daughter or baby son. The dates were different but the amount the same, There were two on every one. It was then I noticed something, It was but a simple line; It was the dash between the dates Placed there, it stood for time. All at once it dawned on me How important that little line. The dates placed there belonged to God But that line is yours and mine. It's God who gives this precious life And God who takes away; But that line between He gives to us To do with what we may. We know God's written the first date down Of each and every one, And we know these hands will write again, For the last date has to come. We know He'll write the last date down, And soon, we know, for some. But upon the line between my dates I hope He'll write "well done." By Lucille Britt, The Log of the Good Ship Grace ***************************************** |