O time, how fickle you are. Here, but always gone. You measure - TopicsExpress



          

O time, how fickle you are. Here, but always gone. You measure the distance to every star, While the universe moves on; Oft we do not appreciate, Just hurry on with torrid gate. Your dwelling place grows ever larger And by you will manifest destiny, Each moment I find a gift from He, And so I work the harder. Age seems to beg indiscriminately As Time pulls us along; While Youth flees like the early Spring, And we find years and years are gone. A babe shortly becomes a boy, For time permits only a few to toy. On earth there is such brevity, It hurts my heart to say, For in just another day We may all meet eternity. And there, O Time, is where you end: At the utter limit of infinity, For when the Father His Son doth send, We shall find no need of thee. Friends, each day gained is another lost, Our lives we live at such a cost, One granted solely by the Cross. So God let us this time embrace, In search wholly of Your Face, Running on in our holy Race.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 04:18:23 +0000

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