922

Remembering where we came from in all we do
Reflecting upon the bountiful blessings and lessons of 922
I remember that sunny day when I was five
Standing, staring out the window why I was alive
Calm quietness lead its way to simple childhood clarity
And for the first time really realize and see
Several times after that first time I stood there
Reflecting on my life and why I even care
My Mom and Dad are very good to me
Never working against me they always work for me
I thank God for them when I see 922
Either on the clock no matter what I do
I immediately reflect again where God brought me from
Remembering that memorial thanking Him for all He's done
God watched over our family every day and night
And to give Him thanks is just and right
Even to this present day God blesses our family
With His loving Spirit God taught us to see
That the Blessing lives in continually giving to others
Especially the rejected and the helpless are our brothers
Finally our 922 is a memory of a place
Where we really just began to run life's race

bro. tim pickl - started 9/22/2000 

notes:
...9 words in each line + 22 lines...
...922 = the Pickl Family street address from 1960 to 1996...

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