The hands on the clock tell me it's
Time to go, but I know better
For my god is not the clock but
Time itself
To listen quietly for the prompting
As a voice or a thought or impulse
Then acting swiftly to insure
The outcome as god sees it
Even though I know my involvement
Is but a minor portion of the
Overall picture, I stand in what
Appears to be the center of it
As this is my illusion, and time
Knows no persons or circumstances
As god does
So he uses me willfully to execute
His plan, I hold no responsibility
For faith runs me and god directs
Everything
Even before time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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