What Time Is It-.

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday time is always on pace. One day soon time and mankind will lose the race. God watches us with a marvel eye. My how time pasts us by. Some days I feel the minutes sliding through my fingers There are no moments I know that linger There is constantly a crowd of thoughts and events. I always hearing myself saying “where has the time went. See right now our time is borrowed. Why don’t shadows ever get followed? I do not want to be a man with a memory; That is confined by my infinite agony. Time brings all things to pass, But I don’t want it to move too fast. A continual chain that nobody can explain. It is nonstop like a spring rain. The days are such a repetition and it is immutable in rhythm. The unimportance of time is the gate to wisdom. "One reason God created time was so that there would be a place to bury the failures of the past." --James Long "Time is God's way of keeping everything from happening at once." Unknown