Time

Time is life’s thoroughfare
With signposts for each event,
One for this and
Another for that.
It all begins at birth
Probably with one very big signpost:
“Circumcision – seven days ahead.”


Time is a vehicle taking
Us from the past into the future
It slows down when we’re bored.

Sometimes so fast fun doesn’t seem to last.
As we race on this highway
Towards the coast of tomorrow,
Today’s landscape evidently becomes
The history of yesterday.

Prodigal Hearts: The Love Remains

Written February 2004 >>>

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You may be wondering why

We never said goodbye

But this feeling is so strong

'Tis been there for so long.




Once more pass we this way,

Emotions going astray;

Exceeding control bounds.

If they're trying to pull me down

Then, never give up I will;

when He comes and i am in still,

Bask shall I in the glow of your love,

Swept by the flow of the joy above.




Yet another battle is won:

Against sin and self, Love holds on;

Once more- Hope swaying strong.

Now the accuser is off awhile

And though, there ain't a place on earth to hide,

Because I'm safe in Christ, my flame isn't left to die.