Grey skies, teary eyes,
a leafless tree,
a blackbird on
the breeze.
a blackbird on
the breeze.
Raindrops splatter
on the blurry glass,
on the blurry glass,
I watch the second-hand
move so fast.
move so fast.
What is this thing I hear,
that we call time,
that we call time,
if I could steal a moment
would that be a crime?
would that be a crime?
Freeze the clock to talk
to every hurting soul,
to every hurting soul,
to bring them healing and
make them whole.
make them whole.
To hold back the ticking hands,
and all of life's
fierce demands.
fierce demands.
To ignite the flame of hope
that flickers in the wind,
all who suffer from regret,
can yet
be born again.
John.3:3
be born again.
John.3:3
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