Where shall peace be found?
Is it in the melodies of stringed instruments?
Cool and breezy sounds
That set hearts at ease?
Time flees from our grasp
Like a half dead chicken, void of head.
Doesn't time run like a thief almost caught in the act?
Is it not like a cheetah on the hunt for a meal?
Racing speedily ahead of achievements and failures,
Eyes fixed on what is unknown to us?
And whether she ever stops is a mystery,
For she goes past tears and laughter.
She never stops to mourn or celebrate,
She races like a wild fire in a forest- consuming thorn and flower.
But don't let her deceive you,
Time is not eternal-
She is not all powerful,
Even she bends to worship-
The Alpha and Omega, the first and last,
He sits outside time and causes seasons to pass.
So when sorrow and joy come in the seasons they do,
Fall downward on your knees to God who makes all things new.
Today maybe a sorrow,
Tomorrow a joy
But tis God who gives us strength
To carry us all seasons through.
Happy New Year.
Isa 61:3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.