Time - Poem by Steven Hilling
Time passes us by so fast
Each time we blink our eyes, it becomes our past.
Time is running away like a freight train
Leaving behind on its tracks, sorrow and pain.
Time changes a healthy person into a frail human being
Leaving them limited in doing certain things.
Time changes the color of our hair
our skin is no longer smooth or fair
Time has a season for everything
A time to be born, a time to die, a time to weep and a time to sing.
Time robs us of our father or mother
sister or brother.
One day we will answer God’s final roll call
then time will end for us all.
One day the last breath will be drawn from you and I
As we softly whisper our last goodbye.
God created time at the beginning of creation
He will end it at the end of Revelation
For every child, woman and man
God holds time in the palm of his hand
Time changes our seasons each year
We adore each one so dear
Time changes the leaves on the trees
And the waves on the sea
If I could turn back the hand of time
There would not be any hate or crime
As children we were told
Time turns young into old
God will roll back the curtain of time one day
To show us our eternal home in its fine array
Time takes no holiday
It passes quickly by night and day.
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