~
Spinning
The
Gold
~
It
must
have
been
a
dream
I
had
Seeing
just
as
in
days
of
old
-
A
woman
sitting
spinning
thread.
All
colors
-
but
no
gold.
She
sat
there
patiently
at
work
As
she
crafted
every
ball.
When
she
finished,
looked
in
awe,
As
each
one
turned
to
gold!
That
must
have
also
been
the
plan
As
God
scooped
up
the
clay.
And
molded
man
in
perfect
form
To
walk
this
earth
He
made.
He
used
all
of
the
colors
Perfecting
each
one
to
His
choice.
And
when
He
finished,
I am
sure
In
awe
He
did
rejoice.
He
used
each
color
He
had
spun
In
different
hues
and
ways.
If
you
think
not
-
look
out
and
see
-
As
night
time
turns
to
day.
The
colors
that
we
each
shall
spin
Will
be
our
special
choice
-
Will
God
also
look
in
awe
And
shall
the
world
rejoice?
For
life
is
made
of
such
as
this.
Choices
we
make
each
day.
Will
we
spin
our
time
to
gold
-
Or
leave
it
hardened
clay?
Life
is
worth
it's
weight
in
gold
As
we
sit
restlessly
and
spin.
And
when
the
ball
is
finished
The
beauty
lies
within.
What
colors
would
you
use
to
spin
Just
as
in
the
days
of
old?
Pray
you
pick
the
colors
That
God
will
turn
to
gold!
~*~
Mary
Anne
Ray
©
2005
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