It begins at our birth,
waging war against life,
making fast it's girth,
planting seeds of strife.

No weapon of man,
can halt it's advance,
no thwarting it's plan,
no escaping by chance.

It's force is ever growing,
appearance non-descript,
there is no power in knowing,
no cure to be prescript.

Soldiers quite minute in size,
seem harmless in their cause,
ever increasing before our eyes,
ever sharpening deceptive claws.

Claws of 'time' destroying us,
as each mission is performed,
reducing forms of life to dust,
health to illness transformed.

Absent of form the eye to see,
yet known by familiar names,
seconds, minutes, hours and weeks,
assembling - all lives to claim.

Time gives a sense of safe abode,
to those with their heads in sand,
to those who refuse to see it's mode,
of deteriorating the life of man.

God, the maker of this thing - 'time',
allows it to run it's unfailing course,
it's original purpose - quite sublime,
but man in Eden refashioned its force.

'Time', yet needed for life to thrive,
a strange gift delivered from above,
no longer able to keep us here, alive,
but able to usher to timeless love.

This enemy-'time' can be used for good,
if wisdom prevails in God given minds,
don't simply say you would if you could,
when able to control the destiny of time!