Time, Cuts Like a Knife

Time, Cuts Like A Knife Would I perish in this onrush of racing time if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death should one fight death until that last breath Is love truly the fullfillment of the great Law or just a futile recording of all that we saw Hush and a sweet wind will grace your life wash away the worries and constant strife Sleep well from exhaustion as a faithful goal satisfaction that greatly enhances the Soul Fill your life with many very worthwhile deeds sow goodness with many compassionate seeds All things are temporary in this very short life time awaits no man while it cuts like a knife R.J. Lindley 11/23/1983