Clock
All things bright and beautiful in his time
If you force it then it’s a crime
Life goes on even when you’re with no dime
Be hopeful when life seems not to rhyme
The green path may likely turn lime
But soon it will become evergreen in its moment
Then your pain becomes past as food turns to chyme.
No man knows when his hour will come
If you’re waiting, then it is worrisome
One, two, and three you have to pill up the sums
Don’t just fold your arms let it get warm
Let Him be your backbone even if you’re a worm
In His time your hour will surely come
Then give you rest as He takes you home.
Time and chance happens to all
If you miss it, that’s a missed call
As six o’clock we all want to stand tall
When it’s not your moment you may even fall
You just have to keep moving even if it is to crawl
Soon you’ll have all as a shopping mall
Then time and chance you’ll recall
Tick says the clock tick-tick
If you sleep on it, you’ll get a stick
Work your socks off and don’t be weak
Your moment comes any day of the week
When He picks your call, you’ll be on fleek
Pain, struggles, and sorrows all gone in a flick
His time or your time, which would you pick?