Time talks       21.8.2024


How does the evening steal the light? 

As age creases our faces

The days fly, the moments unending

In our times and our spaces..


We pass this way but once

Time and tide wait for none

A moment as a lifetime

Bitter, sweet, painful, fun…


We spend our days here on the earth

Thoughtlessly, more often than not

And when life catches up with us

Find our peace lost..


Trends change, fashion comes full circle

What once was will soon be

And the clock ticks softly or loud

As we move onto eternity..


Wrinkles and lines crease our faces

No amount of airbrushing can help

No elixir of youth

Been discovered yet..


But, waiting on Him renews our strength

We can fly on eagles’ wings

Steady and strong, run and walk

As sure as the song of the wind..


His word renews our inner man

Is life and health and strength

We can drink and eat and be refreshed

He is our shield and help..


Look to Him and be radiant!

He is the Author of our Faith!

Let’s fix our eyes on Jesus

And keep on running the race…



Lisa Choudhrie 

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