Friday, February 18, 2011


People sometimes talk 
'Bout the ravages of time,
Leading one to think
That time tears things apart.
But then they turn around 
And say another thing,
That time will heal all wounds
And bind up every heart.
It seems to me that time
Is hopelessly confused
Grinding up the weak
While loving on the meek.
What's a man to do
Who's subject to this whim?
Just trust that time is null,
Thank God that it is void.
For he will bear my wounds
And heal my broken heart
When one day I'm beset
And tempted to cry, "Fate!"
Time will fade away;
Law will rue the day.
Mercy will prevail.
And God is all in all.

1 comment:

John said...

Time is a funny thing, it runs on without regard to all it affects. We cannot tip the hour glass on its side to stop it, and you dare not try to speed it up. The best you can do is make the most of it.