Just Past the Bend

Time continues, As our days wind down. Tick toc, time's very words, tick toc, Time's only sound. But time itself is on the clock, For it too has an end. For time had a birth, On the day of man's sin. The Angel will declare, That time is no more. As he puts one foot on the water, And one on the shore. Yes, time has an end, Just like you and I. And like all of us who are born, One day, we die. Time is not to be counted on forever, Time is only for today. Time runs just like the rivers, Passing where we stand, But always moving away. Unlike us,  Time has no soul, Its simply the gatekeeper, For the young and the old. Make well of your time, For you both shall pass. Treat each day you're given, As it were your last.

 I pledge to only believe in  science and the things I can see with my own eyes. Things like, Wind and Gravity,  and the Oxygen I breathe. Things of sound science like DNA code writing itself. Not just in humans, but in  everything else also. You see faith is a crutch for the weak, and you see science doesn't require faith, that's why we have theories. We can't prove them, but we believe them anyway. Sound scientific doctrines that never tries to shove fantasies down people's throats like a lightning bolt hitting a protein in the ocean and it turning into a man over millions of years. I mean we're talking about rock hard proof here. And no we don't care where the lighting, the ocean and protein came from...we haven't got that far. We're just sticking to the hard science like chickens evolving from dinosaurs. And you can take our word for it, there is nothing in this universe but us chickens.  😉

 Clouds drift in, moisture begins to build. Then the clouds break open, as rain begins to spill.  One drop in time, just a one time drop. Origin from above, sent from the top. Just one little drop, headed for the ground. Lost among the masses, all headed down. Just a vapor in time, falling to earth. Sent for a purpose, to add to it's worth. Unsure of who it may touch, as it flows strait down. Given just a moment, then on to the ground. Ecclesiastes 12:7 And the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

At the edge of infinity, Where time stands still. Past the doors of the ages, And the days of mans will. A time of great judgement, Has been set for the earth. For this day of appointment, Awaits all from birth. The princes and paupers, Will stand side by side. Where wealth nor poverty, offer nowhere to hide. Billions of people, From millions of places. All will stand before GOD, as eternity faces. Many will weep, With tears that rejoice. While the rest are reminded, You were given a choice. GOD's SPIRIT called all, By His Presence and Word. No excuses that day, For all will have heard.