Hands of Time
Hands of Time
Written: by Tom Wright
1/25/2018
Time is a commodity which we all possess,
But each is assigned contrasting amounts.
A commodity that man cannot suppress,
It’s what we do with our time that counts.
Time always dances in an unchanged direction,
Abbreviating life with each departing day;
Minuscule nanoseconds make our collection,
Only God can extend or diminish our stay.
“The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,”
Job 1:21 KJV
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