Spring and Summer have come and gone,
Fall arrives as harvest comes.
Winter winds will surely blow,
Time, it seems, just carries on.
Routines and ruts a fact of life,
Circles open then close up tight.
A man turns husband a woman his wife,
As a child is born so someone sleeps,
Tears of joy and wails of pain.
We learn this lesson repeatedly
With the sun comes the rain
And with God’s love His discipline.
How swift we are to see the sour.
Forgetting the cream of finer days
We cling to the driftwood of shipwrecked hours.
Our eyes upon some earthly way.
Grains of sand and ticking clocks
Mark a time in God’s own hand
Do you hear the tick-tock-tock
That counts til finished then it stops?
As seasons pass and hours flow
The question is that I must ask
Are you ready to Jesus to truly go?
For time approaches on swift feet.
It can’t be frozen or somehow stopped
Nor tricked or fooled to any extent
Our hearts beat on though well numbered
God Himself will stop our clock.
So listen well to what I say
Don’t let yourself get caught unprepared
God will listen for prayers you pray
As seasons come so will they go.
           d.f.a.v. 10/02/14
♡♡♡Donna