Hands of Time
Hands of Time
Written: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
There’s no negating the hands of time,
So, I can’t recapture a belfry’s chime.
Knowing, time alone, it’s he who slays,
once I’ve lived out God’s appointed days.
God gave me time and I chose its use,
and early life choices were rife with abuse.
Now later, when looming, is a used up clock,
I recall each speed bump or roadblock.
But with dignity I’ll face the coming end,
believing there’s yet an eternity to spend.
At God’s judgment’s seat then I will stand,
as one who’ll enter at HIS right hand.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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