~ Time ~
Time slips through our fingers
Like golden grains of sand,
As God works out his purpose
In all that he has planned.
And He has made His purpose known,
Its written in His word:
So all who love and fear
His name Will never be deterred.
And though the future may look bleak
To those whose faith is frail,
All those who understand the word
See the working of His will.
Time marches on and soon therell be
Gods will on earth sublime;
May we be there its joys to share,
Until the end of time.
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