Time, once an ally, now it seems to flee,
Leaving in its wake, moments meant to be.
But though it slips away, like sands in an hourglass,
God, in all His grace, will always come to pass.

In troubled times and fears, when doubts begin to rise,
His hand of love and peace, dispels the darkened skies.
He lifts us up and guides, with gentle word and care,
And though time may be lost, His love remains aware.

For He is our refuge, our source of strength
A shield from harm, a comfort in our time.
His grace and mercy, boundless and so true,
A promise of salvation, for me and for you.

So let us hold fast, to the hope He brings,
For in His loving arms, our future joy it brings.
With every passing day, His grace and mercy flows,
And in His tender love, we'll find a place to grow.

So though time may seem, to slip away too fast,
His hand of grace and peace, will always make it last.
For in His loving arms, we'll find a safe retreat,
And through all of life's storms, He'll always be our strength.
© mahrylove