"The Waiting
Endless ticking of the clock
facial lines deeper in the mirror
Endless ticking of the clock
time racing to the end
wearing gossamer robes
to bind and fold me in
a starlight trip without end
where I'll join him
bf"
The ticking of the clock but marks the moment,
and lines are but the history one passes through.
Time is but the flow of life, celebrate what is sent,
so wear your robes and enjoy the trip as you go.
Gossemer or flannel, let the moment decide,
if he's worthy, it matters not what you wore!
WJ
Time marches in on heavy feet,
the hands of time clap out a beat.
Father Time bows out to the baby,
who tiptoes in and says, now maybe,
the ticking of the clock is mankind
asking, the age old question,
"Is there life after death?"
and to that . . . my answer without hesitation,is,
believe on the lord Jesus Christ
and thou shalt have eternal life.
Because, He died, for your justifiction.