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To each of us
Whose origins are from the dust,
An allotment of TIME is freely given
For us to love, to care, and to share.

We know neither quantity nor quality.
TIME has been defined as a period during
Which an action, process, or condition exists
Or continues. TIME is a sacred gift, followed                                               By eternity. We are solemnly advised to redeem                                        the TIME, because our world is in deep decline.*                              
Moreover, there are those among us, most of whom                                   We have yet to discover, whose purpose is to understand                           The TIMES, and to know what is to be done about certain                 
Situations faced by a people or nation. Our nation and world                    
Are in dire need of such men and women in our present times.                                                                                                                                

Some of us are given more TIME and others less;
But our life span is not based on who's the best.
Upon conception, the clock begins;
And each one of us who's born in sin,
Has no knowledge when life will end.

Between birth and death, there is a TIME frame.
Within the TIME frame are the TIME lines of our lives.
The TIME lines of our lives are lived between the dases.                                                                                   
Presently, each of us may construct a timeline of our lives.                                                                   
However, if you are reading this, you do not have a TIME
Frame. My father's TIME frame was April 15, 1905 until                            
May 8, 1963, but my TIME lines are being constructed,                             and only God knows my TIME frame.

None can deny that there are many questions about infinity,
About TIME and eternity.  There are myriads of mysteries.
The list of mankind's unknowns abounds enough to astound:
Some die in child birth while others live to be a hundred plus.
Some evil people grow old while many of the good die young.
Why are some lives a mere sprint while others are marathons?
There is 'A fulness of TIME' whereby our gracious God makes                       All things right. Although at TIMES it might seem dreary and                   Dark, in Christ is the path to 'The Light'.

052321PSCtest, Time,  Chantelle Anne Cooke                                                                                                                                                          *Ephesians 5:15-17 - Redeeming the Time For The Days Are Evil
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