Just Past the Bend

There is a moment yet to come, Promised long ago. The stage of history awaits, For that moment, even so. The Angels stand ready, With reaper's in hand. To harvest this crop, From all land's. In the twinkling of an eye, That moment will pass. As the world...and the scoffers, Will search for their laugh. Where did they go? Could they have really been right? Where have they gone? Like a thief in the night... Many will offer answers, But none will suffice. The world will have changed, Before... you can blink twice.

  Time...knows my name, just like his days of the year. For when I arise, Change does appear. I come to those who travel, and to all who remain still. I come those who are willing, and those of stubborn will. I come when the time is right, and when there is no right time. I come when you're at your peaks, or even the beginning of the climb. I've come when I was called, and I've gone when I was sent. I was the future to the past, for all who came and went. My position is like the ocean, as my waves continue rolling in. And just like the sea's, there is no stopping them. Unlike the things I touch, which change day by day. Only the heart of man may chose, whom he serves along the way. Psalm 55:19