| Unearthly Time |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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What is time to all of us? A clock, a watch, an hourglass? Years expire, months go by, Days must end and minutes pass. But a century on this place Earth, Is a miniscule grain of sand. Hidden in a desert of time, ‘Til on Canaan’s shore we land. For then we’ll have eternity, And eternity once again. To sing the praise of the Lord our God, In heavenly days of no end. So as minutes are taken, weeks are swallowed, And centuries fall down and die, We may long for the everlasting days, And the eternal seconds on high. |
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