Don Sizemore


Time


If time he were a man
What stories he could tell
What men he must of met
The hostility he could quell

If time he were a man
The mysteries he could share
The knowledge he would hold
The wisdom he could bear

If time he were a man
How many tears would he have cried
How much laughter he must of seen
How many deaths he must of died

If time he were a man
How close he must be to God
Working hand in hand
Understanding things that we do not

If time he were a man
I think he would be growing weak
The weariness of living
The peace that he would seek

If time he were a man
What a life he would of lived
Would he be ready to lay it down
This God given gift

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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