Turn The Page

In Genesis One where for us, it began,

God came up with a wonderful plan.

He hung the sun and the stars and the moon

And gave them a job that wouldn’t end soon.

He said they’d be for seasons and signs

To help men and women keep up with time.

He wound the clock once and set it in motion;

It runs without fail, even guarding the oceans.

While He exists outside of time

He knew we’d need some kind of line

To give us a path and keep us on track,

Until the end of the ages when He’s coming back.

Inside our souls, He placed a need

To see where we’ve been and remember our deeds.

He knew we’d want to write it all down;

We call it history, and it’s where we’re all found.

Our lives are written in small and large blocks

In seconds and minutes, all timed by our clocks.

The moments turn into days, then to years

And before we know it a life disappears.

Where are you now on the timeline of life?

Are you just beginning, with years still in sight?

Maybe you’re living in what’s called your prime,

With the notion that you’re still owed eons of time.

Or perhaps you find yourself towards the end;

You know that your best years are already spent.

The frailties of aging, the wisdom of years

Are pushing you rapidly toward what most men fear.

God’s clock is unstoppable, we can’t hold it still.

Every man must surrender to God’s sovereign will.

Our days are ordained; we can’t add or subtract;

Our “time” on God’s timeline is a foregone fact.

This year is complete; we flip over the page,

We look to the future and a new year engage.

We make resolutions and set out our goals

Not knowing if sorrow or joy it holds.

Still, there is peace as we look up at the sky

For we know who’s in charge of making time fly.

Our God holds the clock, and His plan is on pace,

Who knows, this year—we could see His face!

Sheila Alewine

December 31, 2024