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Time Ends and Begins


In the stillness of my mind, I think about time! When did it really begin? And when will it end? Did it begin with Creation? One of God's manifestations? Will time end with Revelations? The results of man's evil devastations? God, who created everything is outside of time, He can't be confined to space or a place! It's hard for my finite mind, to comprehend or try to contemplate! I perceive time, by the rising, and setting of the sun! By the phases of the moons' light. From a sliver of light to full round and bright! By the Seasons! Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall, Which one will we be in, when time ends for one and all? Every life has so much time. predetermined before birth, Will we know only bitterness, or will we be enjoying mirth.? Live life wise and subtle like a fox, Before your clock ticks its last tock! For we know not when our clock will stop! The Dance of Life ends with the final Tick-Tock! Time for us will be no more! For we will have departed this earthly shore! The Sabbath, the last, will have passed! Sunday, the first, beginning, will last! -----------------------------------------------------------
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