Time
Time is elusive, how would you define
That which is intangible, unheard, unsigned
It cannot be stopped, it will not be slowed down
Measure it we may, but heedless to bound
Time crashes on, like a raging tide
Undiminished by man along for the ride
Some try to waste it, others to kill it
Wise men redeem it, fools try to still it
The Old recognize Time’s fearful rage
Young wish to contain it with porous cage
Time marches on, like a soldier brave
Unwounded by men who eternity crave
Time turns an infant into a child
A child becomes a boy, reckless and wild
Boy will be man and man will be old
Then comes the death-dew merciless cold
Time races on like an athlete in field
Unfettered by man who to it must yield
Birth, life, death, sorrow, Time sees them all
‘You can not stop me!’ its harrowing call
Chase it you may, but soon you will fail
Vanishing, nimble, it hides in its veil
Time soars intently, like an eagle with prey
Unchallenged by men, by night or by day
Then comes a man, appears on the stage
Of history’s scene, humble and brave
‘Time, you will yield, but not by my might,
By the cross I’ll appease Time’s vicious bite’
Time slows down gently to see who does yell
‘My Creator, I hear you, and thus will dispel’
‘Man shall be free, from the anguish of time
Time will give way to grace so sublime
Eternity with Him, free from their hearts
For there I have set it, it never departs’
Time bows with submission content with a smile
Thank you my Master, might I rest for awhile?
Time is elusive, how would you define
That which is intangible, unheard, unsigned
It cannot be stopped, it will not be slowed down
Measure it we may, but heedless to bound
Time crashes on, like a raging tide
Undiminished by man along for the ride
Some try to waste it, others to kill it
Wise men redeem it, fools try to still it
The Old recognize Time’s fearful rage
Young wish to contain it with porous cage
Time marches on, like a soldier brave
Unwounded by men who eternity crave
Time turns an infant into a child
A child becomes a boy, reckless and wild
Boy will be man and man will be old
Then comes the death-dew merciless cold
Time races on like an athlete in field
Unfettered by man who to it must yield
Birth, life, death, sorrow, Time sees them all
‘You can not stop me!’ its harrowing call
Chase it you may, but soon you will fail
Vanishing, nimble, it hides in its veil
Time soars intently, like an eagle with prey
Unchallenged by men, by night or by day
Then comes a man, appears on the stage
Of history’s scene, humble and brave
‘Time, you will yield, but not by my might,
By the cross I’ll appease Time’s vicious bite’
Time slows down gently to see who does yell
‘My Creator, I hear you, and thus will dispel’
‘Man shall be free, from the anguish of time
Time will give way to grace so sublime
Eternity with Him, free from their hearts
For there I have set it, it never departs’
Time bows with submission content with a smile
Thank you my Master, might I rest for awhile?
Comments
At first I thought you were going a little emo on me, Rick :)