Time from Whose God? by Paul Wilcock

I'm stardust
In the shape of a man
I've been drifting
Since my time began
These are strange days
We're living in
My life is unravelling
Slipping through my hands
Like Jesus holding sand
He understands
That time is in command

A mind adrift
Reality shift
Altered state
Temporal rift

He bound your wrist
And controlled you ever since
Time is your master now
The clock on the wall has the power

I cant keep track of the days
I can barely remember my name
Everyone i meet looks the same
The day repeats itself again again again again again

I had Eternity in an hourglass
Now its starting to crack
A wasted life of regrets
But there's no turning back

As the sands of time run low
You pray for Jesus to stop the flow
In the end there's nothing he can do
But stand impotent over you
While the last grains of sand
Fall through his holy hands
Times up
There's no hope
The hands of the clock are around your throat

Take me
Don't take your time
I'm ready
Say a prayer, say goodbye
Father
Has come for me
Give me
That sweet release

It's over
Just dust
Dust to dust

I made time my enemy
Took my time before time took me

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