Captured in Eternity
Time slips gradually
The decay of a mountain
At towering heights to lulling hills
The creep of the desert
Swallowing fertile land
Yet with a single grain
The seed of faith
Can cause islands to arise
From peaceful waters
Can spring oasis in the heat
Of dry basin sand
Can melt a hardened heart
Or bring peace to a weary soul
When sifted through the hand
Of God's great grace
Time is recaptured in eternity.
C. Lin Jones Winter of 2002©
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