Time
Where and when will dreams be built?
What then, when dreams are fulfilled?
Every word we write is not merely ink,
For ink may vanish in a blink.
Yet we will sow one day at a time,
Sow and sow until the appointed time.
For we shall reap in His time,
And He is good all the time.
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