When All We Have Is Time
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.
Copyright © Dan Paddack | Year Posted 2006
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