Gentle Time
- When God created all things good,
- Something special He understood
- We would need for pain to languish,
- Softening life’s chance loss or anguish.
- With tender heart and word sublime,
- He spoke into existence Time.
- One moment’s word or deed is done;
- An irrevocable web is spun.
- Tossed about while tragedy batters,
- A delicate life breaks and shatters.
- But Time can mend the life that’s broken
- With patient remedies softly spoken.
- Stabbing pain invades the flesh
- Till thoughts and agonies enmesh.
- No strength to bear; it’s past enduring.
- Oh, for relief that comes with curing.
- Time brings tranquillity’s soothing ray.
- Fair Hope disarms what passes away
- Death robs a life ~ it cares not how.
- Yes, bitterly we all must bow
- As precious ones are snatched from sight.
- Goodbye? Relent, oppressive plight!
- Time whispers then, “I conquer all!
- Be reunited when trumpets call.”
- Someday our God will vanquish fears.
- There’ll be no death, no pain, no tears.
- He’ll change His children ~ all mortals we ~
- To peaceful immortality.
- With nothing left save the sublime,
- He’ll then dissolve what we call Time.
