Time
Time is like a ribbon,
That binds us in the package of life.
It holds the smiles, the joys, the laughter,
The struggles and the strife.
Time is like a rainbow,
Forever crescent overhead.
Its gentle hues will still remain,
Long after we are dead.
Time is like a quiet stream,
Flowing o'er the land.
Its course cannot be altered by us,
Nor is it at our command.
Time is like a companion,
As we on our journey go.
It treads the highways with us,
To help us learn what we should know.
Time is like a purse full of coins,
Each day to spend as we will.
So spend each day wisely,
For the purse cannot be refilled.
All time is a gift from our Creator,
Whose love for us is shown ever still.
He sent His Son to spend time as one of us,
To enlighten and strengthen our will.
Time with Him is everlasting,
So as we travel through life let us say...
"Thank you, Lord, for sharing this time with us",
As we await the dawning of our everlasting day.
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
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