Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Against my will, the midnight fades
So warm and still and heaven-made
Come my love, we have until
The morning comes…against my will

Against my will time separates
Seconds, minutes, hours then days…
Year folding over year until
Our youth is gone, against my will

Against my will, time steals from me
The moments shaping history
Come my love, time won’t stand still
It gives…then takes, against my will

To everything a season comes
Spring to spring…so swiftly done
Come my love, let’s dance until
The 'we' is gone…against my will

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: Eccles. 3:1

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