Everything Has Its Time
Everything on earth,
Throughout its life till death;
From the time of its birth,
Up until its last breath.
There is a time to plant,
And a time for to reap;
A time to praise and chant,
And a time for to sleep.
There is a time to kill,
And a time for to heal;
For the times you are ill,
And when loosing your zeal.
There is a time to jest,
As well as time to cry;
When you fail in quest,
Again having to try.
But never forget time,
Worshipping unto God;
It is really a crime,
Not to honor and laud.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
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