The right time.
The wrong time.
Got, got, got no time.
You got the time?
Does anyone really know what time it is?
All the time
Aint’ nobody got time for that.
The times they are a changing
Time, time, time, keeps on slipping….
We are confined to and bound by time. Yet, we believe in a God who knows no time, no limits, who is the Beginning and the End. He is the First and will be the Last as we define time because time cannot define Him.
This is one of God’s great mysteries. It is the mystery beyond my comprehension yet the mystery that pulls me to Him like a drummer drawn to the beat, keeping time to His glorious rhythm.
He decided to measure our lives with time. He decided that day would be separate from the night, from the rising of the sun to the going down of the same, His name is praised.
In Him there is no time but how I can understand what I cannot know? How do you understand eternity when our days are numbered?
Lack of understanding gives way to acceptance, to surrender.
“He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.” Colossians 1:18-20 the Message
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