Human Progress

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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Human progress is not measured by industry And not by the expansion by land or by sea, It is not calculated by what books that we read, or who wields the knife It's measured by the value we place on life, an unimportant life. The shepherd tends his flock of his many woolly sheep Their directions and their health are for him alone to keep, Then one tiny insignificant sheep gets lost and goes astray For that one lamb, does not that shepherd search and pray. Though we all are created out of the same water and dust That God creates, with his nostrils mighty gust, In the end God doesn't value us because of our properties or our gold We are appraised by the help that we gave the unimportant to hold. Randy L. McClave

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