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Time seems to move so fast,
It seems to slip away;
Moments seem not to last,
As you go through the day.
Time flies when having fun,
But time just seems to go;
Over before begun,
Like swift water will flow.
But time slows in trouble,
As it just merely crawls;
Suspense makes you grumble,
Worriment climbs the walls.
Your life time on this earth,
Hoping causes wait;
What your life has been worth,
And outcome of your fate.
Do you know what will be,
What about to believe;
For faith you cannot see,
Blind to what you receive.
We must stay on the course,
Not to change our thought;
For the Almighty Force,
Truly is that we sought.
For things are not by chance,
There has to be reason;
A purpose as advance,
Like every season.
There has to be a plan,
That causes each creature;
To be lesser than man,
With intellect feature.
Something superior,
Understanding unknown;
Being inferior,
To someone on the thrown.
The time will be coming,
When we will all know;
He will be summoning,
Everyone to go.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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