Time’s the stealer and mender of souls,
on life’s breath and heart’s beat, it takes it’s toll.
It mends and it breaks, it deals and it takes,
only in time does death finds what it seeks.
Time is a giver and a star crossed lover,
It’s a soul kissing sucking provider.
With each tick it talks it counts down life’s clock,
Untill there we lay on our lifes End’s bed,
wondering where Time’s path has led?
In Time we all wonder and we all seek,
we watch and wait for life’s renewed beat.
Yet here our life sits with it’s clock – tick tick,
its sound echo’s memories, whispers of thick.
In Time there is choice, we look up above,
hear His whispers of His life-giving love.
In Time we are promised and are given
a message of love, a choice worth livin’.
In Time we are lost and yet we are found,
truth will be revealed and all lies are bound.
Time is the healer of all wounds – the maker of scars,
It rips at our dreams, the fall of death to stars.
Of Hearts and of flesh and things of this world –
no barrier’s of strength to bear its hurl.
Be kind, be true, for this day is but new,
for the things we seek and the joys we reap,
They come from things not in object or gold,
but from love and life, both young and both old.
In life’s end when you eventually meet
The Father of Time, will mem’ries complete.
Wound ’em bound ’em in life-giving laughter,
strung up in His love and end in ever after.