I’ve heard time is like a river, growing stronger every day.
The moment flowing into sight will soon be swept away,
And water underneath the bridge is flushed out in the flow.
You cannot cross that water twice. It rolled on long ago.
But some moments last forever, one second for all time.
This instant is eternal, this thought of yours and mine.
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The sun is spilling a blood red stain across the sky.
The wind is whispering, a deep, deep sorrow in its sigh.
These tortured mountains; they shudder with the pains of birth,
And all God’s creatures, in every corner of God’s earth,
Join in groaning, “Set us free from this futility!”
So come, Lord Jesus, meet us here.
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Russ E Baker (Baker Boy) / Blog
This Eternal Second
I’ve heard time is like a river, growing stronger every day.
The moment flowing into sight will soon be swept away,
And water underneath the bridge is flushed out in the flow.
You cannot cross that water twice. It rolled on long ago.
But some moments last forever, one second for all time.
This instant is eternal, this thought of yours and mine.
Reply
Groaning
The sun is spilling a blood red stain across the sky.
The wind is whispering, a deep, deep sorrow in its sigh.
These tortured mountains; they shudder with the pains of birth,
And all God’s creatures, in every corner of God’s earth,
Join in groaning, “Set us free from this futility!”
So come, Lord Jesus, meet us here.
Reply