As this most wretched of years draws to close, I think it is important for me to say that God has been with our family; our country; our world through all of the trials we've faced in 2020. Has God even once withdrawn His hand from His people when they cried out to Him for help? NO HE HAS NOT! He's not like that. God is NOT a fair weather friend!
If you've read here long, you know how poetry comforts me. I'm the type of person who likes symmetry both in the physical realm and in the verbal. I went in search for a poem about God's faithfulness to direct us as we try to find the way He has for us moment by moment. I found this one and was blessed. I pray you will be also!
Prayers for peace!
Dawn
- Time Belongs To God
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2006
Time somehow eludes you, it alters best intentions,
It passes by while you are unawares;
It doesn’t give you notice so you might watch your step;
You’re not too sure for what you should prepare.
Mankind is oh, so busy, an empire to obtain,
The thought of wealth is foremost in his mind.
He concentrates his efforts regardless of all else,
Prosperity and fame he has to find.
Meanwhile, each moment passes, the hours turn to years,
Then what accomplishments will leave their mark?
You never noticed nature, the fragrance of the rose,
Or seen the trees in color in the park.
You scurried through the morning, you rushed throughout the day,
You set a pace that many thought too high.
And in your haste and progress, achievement came your way,
But joys of love and nature passed you by.
Then suddenly it happened – your work days have expired,
Retirement is set to come with age,
Your routine is disrupted, you haven’t much to do,
But life is offering you a brand-new page.
Yes, time to smell the roses, to learn to slow your pace,
To find out why the Lord has blessed you so,
To realize the beauty of living on God’s earth,
To hear the gentle, rippling waters flow.
The early song of robins, the mourning dove’s soft coos,
The rising of the sun when dawn draws nigh,
The mist above the waters, the dew drops on the grass
The wonder of a brand-new baby’s cry.
Take note while you’re still able, rejoice in what you see,
Stand still and hear God speaking to your soul,
Be quick to give Him glory, be still and hear His voice,
Remember, time is His; He’s in control!
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