My precious little children
grew up so very fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My little girl was precious,
a vibrant little flower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

My photos and mementos
have faded very fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My keepsakes, lost forever,
have turned my stomach sour.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

I worked hard for my family.
I built my business fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My business, lost forever
and gone, my tallest tower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

All is gone and all is lost.
My life is fading fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
In fetal pose, you watch me now.
I fear, I shake, I cower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this my darkest hour?

I find myself afloat on tears
that flow so very fast -
ignoring God who could have been
in all my sorry past.
At weakest point, He lifts me now
with His creative power!
And now I know why time has stopped -
in this, God's finest hour.

Copyright 2021 by louis gander.
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