Time

time goes by without rhyme nor reason

Time

How quickly do the days pass by,
Days turn to weeks;
They seem to fly.
'Round and 'round they seem to go.
We feel caught in some wrenching flow.

Through all the progress of mankind,
No one has learned to harness time.
Minute by minute they slip away;
The precious hours of the day.

There are moments we would hold fast,
But they slip quickly from our grasp,
Leaving pictures in our minds,
Of precious moments left behind.

Are we but travellers on this march of time,
With no reason or no rhyme?
Or, are there lessons to be found
On this road of endless rounds?

If we take time to stop and stare,
We'll find that there's a pattern there.
Deftly hidden  in the wheels and cogs,
We will find our clocks are wound by God!