With time, all wounds will heal even though there seems like a residue of grief, sorrow and even regret remain.
We rush through time when we are doing something we don’t want to. We watch the clock as the hours tick by.
Tick. Tick. Tick…our eyes fixed, why? Will something happen if we are fixated?
Time will come to us all in the form of age, I hate that.
Time will live on for eternity. Fathoming that is hard.
Time will take care of most things. Why do we give it such little regard and hurry it along so?
Time can be a gift or a curse, depending on how you use it.
Time. I wish I could turn back the hands of it every once in a while to do life better, bigger and with more joy.
But in the end, I have no control over it; my Father does.
Time. What a funny thing, yet everything runs by it.
You can’t touch time or feel or smell time, yet it is ever present.
Time. I wish I had more.
Time. What a funny thing but it is no laughing matter.
Lord, would it be too much to ask to give me alittle more?