
The sands of time were shifting
Across this ancient land,
We walked together as one group
When the Lord he took my hand.
We talked about all manner of things;
And the week that was ahead,
He pre-told me of the tomb
Where He'd be lying dead.
I was heartbroken at this news,
How could He be so calm?
Outwardly I wanted to scream,
But I could not cause alarm.
Some of our group would struggle
With His prophecy
That is why he fell in step
And walked alongside me.
I listened to my friend of course
And stopped Him in His tracks
Was it possible for us to run?
Could we not turn back?
No, He said, My human life
Is coming to an end,
I have fulfilled the prophecy
The reason I was sent.
He was quiet after that,
But still he held my hand.
And the sands of time were shifting
Across this ancient land.
About the Creator
Sarah Fiander Harrison
A lover of animals, humans and our magnificent world. A heart bypass warrior, a mother, a wife, a poet!
A singer of songs, lover of life, so many things inspire my poetry. A Christian, I'm not religious, but I have great Faith in Our Lord.
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