Gods Time Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Gods Time



It passes with the light of day.
Morning until sunset we work.
Calling upon GOD for his quiet blessing.
Down upon bent knees, praying unto GOD.
There is a time for all things under the sun.
All things cast a shadow in the present day.
Songs are sung to the beauty of GOD.
For we find in our time, a calling.

1997 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

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