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YOUR TIME WILL NEVER COME




Ooo man, ye have no time.
Even what you have, isn't yours.
Yes, you can set an alarm
Then in time, it chimes.
Yet your time will never come.

Even if it does,
It's just for a week.
Once a day at least,
Till another sun via the east.

That's the fact of life.
It surely shall be
But certainly not yours,
God's time always stands.

Monitor a clock as you wish.
And even as you read this,
Tweak the watch on your wrist,
To make it work as and when.

Thy hard work shall pay
So long as you make hay
But until God gives you His,
Your time will never come.


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