The Sands Of Time
by louis gander Time is ever constant on table's level line - the hourglass sets steady. It's all in God's design. Will pride still hold me hostage, tied tightly to my chair and sitting at my table - while sands are sifting there? Final sand still empties out and grains, will fewer be. The hourglass sifts steady. The sands of time test me. When I see that hourglass and wear, if I, a mask - questions must be answered, if questions, I still ask. Will guilt and sorrow overcome when sinful shadows cast - if humble, I, right where I am, repent of failures past? Will perseverance ponder tempations endless goal - if faithful, I stand steadfast in whom I can extol? When the hourglass stands empty, and life's race I have run - will God look back upon my life and say the words, "Well done"? Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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