The hands of time are quickly beaten down. <br />A new baby today, but don’t you turn around. <br />Where are you going, my little one you’ll say, <br />But they’re soon grown, if you look away! <br /> <br />Now every warrior is someone’s child, <br />War takes away for a little while. <br />Though some may fall and others tell, <br />Of courageous souls, who fought so well. <br /> <br />Salvation cometh from Zion’s Hill one day, <br />New Jubilee, to those bowed to pray! <br />Jehovah’s trumpets will beckon and call, <br />Come see your children now, <br />Standing proud and tall! <br /> <br />The prophet’s words are coming true <br />From Elijah’s time, into my days too! <br />Hear ye oh Earth, this for all mankind. <br />We are waltzing to, the “Hands Of Time! ”<br /><br />Robert Edgar Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hands-of-time-6/
