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."
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