Daily The Sands Of Time To The End Do Run Poem by Gert Strydom

Daily the sands of time to the end do run
as was destined, designed when the world begun,
lightning bolts flash down with the pouring rain
while we continually live in a world of pain
and we grow older as each day passes by
while out of our reach eternity does fly.

We live and love and reach to God above
or in rebellion some do constantly rove,
we struggle for what is right and pure light,
while others wander on ways of the night
while almost eternally the battle rages on
and in our lives the conflict is not done
between good and evil and truth and lie
until the very day whereupon we die.