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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An unbearable pain awaits her; For my beloved who is to bear. A man cannot know this Even when Daddy is there. Hope may spring eternal But it cannot quench the fire Of the fruit of the labor Spawned from our heart’s desire. I think to myself... When will it be time? It is then that Grandfather Clock gives My daughter her very first chime. She gasps her first breath Blessing us with her first cry. She is born new and alive! And all she knows is time. Next door is a boy of few moons Who hasn’t seen a single sun. Born before his time Most think his life is already done. Don’t tell that to his mother Don’t you even dare! For she sees the clock. She is fully aware! She thinks to herself “It is not my baby’s time to go!” But within minutes His Bell will sadly toll. He gasps his last breath And His mother begins to cry. ...Even as an Innocent of Grace All his Mother feels is time. A man of many moons Is seeing the setting sun. Living beyond his time The man know his race is won. Hope will spring eternal And so will his life. Not for his good fruit of labor But from Another’s toil and strife. He thinks to himself It is now my time! And with that, Grandfather Clock gives My friend his very last chime. He sips his final breath But blesses us with a final smile. He awaits a new and lasting life Where everything he has is time. The man’s daughter begins to weep. She hasn’t seen the Father’s Son She is living on borrowed time And in faith she professes none. Don’t tell Christ to his daughter. Don’t you even dare! She glances at her watch Totally without care. She think’s to herself “It’s not my father’s time to go!” But to the Believer His Bell did gladly toll. She mutters curses under her breath She feels as a victim of crime. Persons of Grace can give no consolation, For she feels cheated by time.
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