On God's Time
In the late midnight hour, when death comes to call,
and we are at a loss as to how we could resist, we
therefore must answer its summons, leaving this world
and all our loves. We then shift from earth's time, to
God's time, which is infallibly accurate.
holy pallbearer
keeper of dreams my sweet Lord
final ecstasy
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2020
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