Time is a gift we all share.
Never enough, yet somehow overflowing.
We weave in and out of each other’s lives.
Held back, pushed forward, taking the plunge–
All thanks to Time.
We mark our lives by it, yet it flows loosely through our fingers.
No one knows when it will
Suddenly
Just
Stop.
The Maker of Time must laugh
And cry
When He watches us make foolish predictions.
The ache in our hearts when we’re just
One step behind.
Too late.
Too early.
Too much.
Too soon.
Yet nothing feels that way for Him.
Breathe.
All rests in His hands.
And somehow
It will all be fine.
One step at a time.
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Amen 🙏🏿. Time is in God’s hands as I always remind myself. Time is very important. I must seek His face to know the season. There is a time for everything. Thank you for sharing this poem. God bless you 🤗.
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I’m so glad this poem resonated with you. God bless you too ❤
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