by Jason Tomlinson

I’ve got numbers
Some of them need to grow
Some of them need to shrink
Some of them are dreadfully thirsty for just one little drink
I count some of them alone others are with a friend
some of them are destined to expire but some will never end
I am unaware of some of them but others are my cage
some measure blessings for sure delights on every page
so many numbers – all impossible to count
the infinite expressions of arrivals and departures who can name their amount?
so grateful then for He who knows every figure I can possibly measure
so grateful to be in His care – I can never number that treasure