Time

Time... Time is a vehicle used to travel through life's passages, Then once you have arrived at a point of understanding, Your actions speak like deafening utterances, Wisdom and foolishness are the children of your experiences, Each occasion is used as tools, To capture apiece of a moment, So it can stand out in your heart, Like the most precious of jewels, Daytime will not wait for no one, For the seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hour, Plus, hours turn to days and days turn to weeks, As well as weeks turn to months and months turn to years, Then our youth looks as if it has vanished, While the solutions to those problems seem to have appeared, Nighttime will eventually come for everyone, For there is rest for weary and sleep in the midnight hour, As sand passes through the hour glass of life, All we can do is live it to the fullest, In hopes of receiving the most precious gift of Christ, Time is a vehicle used to travel through life's passages, As some travel swift and others travel slow, When it is finish it is complete, Where your fate rest only you know, Time...