Grasping Time: A Lifeline
A evocative exploration through the great mystery of time, designed to bring about a clearer understanding and deeper appreciation for time in order to ultimately encourage making the most of every moment and ordering of priorities. Take your time through this mind-twisting and eye-opening journey in order to comprehend the advantage of the experience. Take time out frequently to come back and soak in the benefits found here in this escape. Go further every time and share this life-changer with others.
Time… What is this wonder that existed before the world was ancient?
What is the age of time, when was it created… how many eons ago?
Did it exist before the first star was kindled in the cradle of the cosmos?
Did it witness echoes of volcanic eruptions before the earth had breath?
Is it like a filter or organizing system for the One who sees all & knows all?
What is Time? This monopolizing entity without substance, driving all.
How many wish they could go back, but no price can buy a ticket.
Trying to evade time or its Maker only ends as a shattered fairy tale.
Take Time, Make time, this time it is a lifeline, but only if you can grasp it.
Act quickly, your chance is vanishing, even now as you are thinking.
What you give your time to you give your life to, so make this your epoch-
For each choice you make at every moment changes each moment after-
Not just the rest of your own life, but the lives of others are also affected.
The impact on others that your choices make can be greater than you think,
So when your time is up and you stand before the Master of Time and Life,
You will have to answer not just for your own chronicles you have sealed…
Time, that double edged sword, severing yet uniting, evasively sharp,
Piercing with unnoticeable stealth until the hole gouged is inescapable,
Slicing pleasure on one side yet carving deep canyons of pain on the other.
“Time of my life, sweet gift of my God, play a love song on my heartstrings.”
Let your heart take flight and soar when the Holy Spirit showers down joy
Onto the children as they laugh and play the high notes of life like ruffians,
That holy ruckus of anti-aging chorus that stirs up anger in the wretched.
Soak in this time and see God’s face smiling on the children’s innocence.
Find The Master of Time, His peace and harmony, learn Him in the stillness,
In the times of wait between the movements in the song, like a child asleep,
Still as the surface of the ocean glossing over the wonders waiting within.
Those empty alone times created by God as a calling to come back to Him,
Sadly often go to waste or worse, to writing evil or hatred on human hearts,
As many fill the emptiness with sin or ruminate stress and anger within,
Not realizing that if only they gratefully spent that time wisely with God,
Perhaps the next dramatically low stanza could be avoided or abated.
And when the painfully deep, groaning low notes come as they must to all,
“May I be God’s instrument of Grace, drumming up His Love within others,
Drawing them to the Keeper of Time through the cinematic song of my life,
As I give myself to the Master of all Masterpieces, to compose every note.
May He guide me to hear and play every tone of His heartbeat and His Will,
That my life may be an anthem of tribute, a love story dedicated to Him.”
Oh, the tears that fall on the grave at the end of every man’s life song
Can’t freshen the bliss of Paradise nor quench the fires of eternal torture.
Is it written in the stars you ask? No, it’s marked in His Eye as already seen.
The eye that sees all throughout all eternity, even your death, so you decide
Does He weep joyously over your fidelity, or tragically over your aviternity?
Time, marching onward, the only one of its kind, unmetered, unmeasured.
Yet, over all of time is the most measured entity, counting back many ages.
Time silently ticking, relentlessly never missing a beat or taking a time out.
Off the clock itself, yet holding all else to the millisecond without slack.
The oldest yet ageless, perpetually the newest, futuristic even to the future.
Weighing nothing yet worth the weight of all it held since once upon a time.
Nothing ever came upon time, but time always crept up and came upon it.
Kind yet brutal, unbound yet binding all together that has been laid in time.
Unreachable, untouchable time, yet penetrating to your very bone marrow.
“Unfair” you may think, but time is perfectly obedient to Justice Himself,
Precisely in rhythm with His Will, and was never created to bend to you.
Time, rough as it is, slipped away everyday before, is slipping away now,
And will slickly slip away soon, yet is often an abrading source of friction.
Dive into the chasm, the abyss of time with me, Infinite fathoms deep
And galaxies wide, echoing endless untold stories & long lost melodies.
Probe the incomprehensible depths of time and you will find yourself
Taking a quantum leap into the future and light years past.
In a world apart, beyond the cosmos, see the astronomical view.
Hear the unheard voices silenced before birth, each one treasured here.
See the starlight, thousands of years old by the time it reaches earth
And that star may have already ceased to exist millions of years ago.
So you see how traveling at the speed of light is not so advanced
When put in perspective of the ancient monolith of time…
That timeline that counts your life as a mere tick mark on the mile.
Plunge in deeper to explore and understand time, try to grasp it.
And though your vision will seem dimmer, it will be broader.
Though you will feel smaller, you will be stronger.
Think across the boundary of time and behold the inevitable,
That untraversable, yet unavoidable limitation…
A thought of us before we were placed in time…
From across our barrier, in the other realm.
A place more real than the solid ground we walk on.
The One Who Knows all, Whose knowledge is His Will,
Made of nothing solid, tangible, or comprehensible,
Yet the Creator of you and of everything in existence.
The Maker and Keeper of Time, Truth, and Life.
He who is not bound by time and can see all at once.
He chose you, fashioned you personally to glorify Him.
He saw you ages ago, breathing, thinking, feeling.
He Knew you then, & on the day you were born,
He who knows the number of electrons in your body,
So it is He, the Maker & Keeper of Time & of Life
He is with us now as we are placed in the test of Time
His Will as our life source, His Light guiding us
On the path He knows for each of us on this planet.
The Master of the Impossible, He died for you that day on the cross.
He wept and suffered for your own dark path.
So it is you who walk or run at this time in history, not alone.
When you draw close to others as His torchbearer in sacrificial love,
Your life lights their path, brings them warmth, & kindles their own flame.
Are you still struggling to accept the skin you were born in?
Don’t get caught up in things that don’t matter, the distractions sent like
Thieves to steal time, already so foreign to us as no one can ever grasp it.
Endlessly repeating, yet unrepeatable… Time.
One moment broken down into milliseconds,
Doesn’t seemingly exist until it is gone,
And then it’s gone… forever, solidified into the past.
Never to be re-touched or experienced ever again.
But then it lives on as a thought, a memory, as a fact engraved in eternity.
Yet that same reality was billions of separate realities,
Not exactly the same to any person who lived that same moment in time.
A different memory, perception, idea, from varying viewpoints or blind spots
Refutable, unforgettable, or forgettable. Time… invaluable then and now.
Changeable, but only in as much as the holding mind remembering it
Can be changed and altered by future influences, intentions, or realizations.
For some it can be said that the past is always changing
Based on the continuing formation and inevitable growth or retrogression
Of the person or people recalling the past in their mind.
Do you feel you were made for something greater than this time on Earth?
Slip away with me in the spacetime continuum, the ordered sequence of events,
That flexible fabric of time defining when something occurs relative to where.
So is time really absolute whenever that scientifically speaking of relativity,
Time depends on the observers velocity and gravitational field’s strength?
Establishing time as a physical coordinate that can stretch, contract, or dilate.
See & learn from the event horizon, the boundary of a black hole with no escape.
Don’t mess with points of no return… detect them before being sucked in.
Because even redshifting into oblivion, time doesn’t stop, get it right now.
Time, whether it heals or burdens you with guilt, Time goes on,
From the past in memory, to the present immediate experience,
To the future in expectation, time exists in relation to change or motion.
Where there is no change, time is meaningless or doesn’t exist at all.
Time for all is experienced subjectively, not just as an objective flow.
Based on empirical evidence, time is not merely an artifact of measurement,
But rather is a governing variable that synchronizes dynamic subsystems.
Some claim it’s an emergent property arising when subsystems interact.
The only one really grasping time is the One that conceived it,
The mind and hand which no one made, is the One that made time,
The eyes that see all time at once, & see right through it without looking.
And everything etched in His eyes is more real than what your eyes see.
His eyes see the deadly trap before you if you fall to temptation,
And the serene peace and relief ahead if you do what is right.
Only one time you say, it’s just this time, just one last time.
Step out of time for just a second with me.
Time, be it haunting or sweet, endlessly brings yet evades the reaper itself.
Now just look forward in time, just one step and you will see
One choice at a time the will becomes set, hardening the heart like stone,
Or flexing it with the Giver of youth and of life itself.
The One who keeps some bodies forever young,
Though the centuries pass when their time is done,
No decay of death can touch them or their great Love Himself,
The Master of time, who handles and controls it, yet is unstained by it.
He who stooped to our level and entered into time
To fulfill the unending sacrifice that would last throughout all of time.
He who can change things through time, despite time,
No miracle is out of reach from the hand that fashioned you in time,
Into His image and like Him, untainted by time…
The unseen Engineer of Engineering, that formed every atom of your brain
To understand time and Him within limitations
But never be able to fully grasp either of these mysteries.
Yet both are at the foundation of this moment
As your mind is beginning to stretch into this concept now.
This Master of all who values true Love so much that He created free will
And gave it to you, so that you may know and pleasure in love with Him.
He gave you the ability to partake in creating the details
of this masterpiece of time in human history,
This work of art that is being woven, with every thread of time,
And each and everyone will glorify Him in the end.
The evil are set as the footstools that the godly climb to shine.
The enemy serves as the resistance training force,
Working the weak soldiers of Christ into strong victorious warriors.
Since death is the beginning of eternal suffering or happiness,
It can be said that time is the surest restriction on free will…
As upon death our free will is no longer fluid, but solidified.
So if the force you served or desired during your time on earth is not God
It’ll be unmasked as a satanic unleashed beast in Hell, eternally for you.
He placed a value and respect so great on that free will
That though He loves you to the point of unending death
He steps back, outside of time, and sometimes gives you one more time,
Another second, minute, hour, to let you go where you choose.
Look over time, you cannot see yet, but soon you will see,
Consistently continuing until there is no time left for you,
The time is not here yet, but soon the end of your time will come,
And then will it be in good time, or will it be too late for you?
Time, given to you by the generous, invisible hand of the Keeper,
Indivisible, yet each millisecond is shared by billions
Time, always running, late or on time, always evading being caught,
Never seen but always disappearing, escaping through every man’s fingers
Making them older, no matter what else they may possess,
Dissolving into the past into a solidified permanent history of joy or sorrow.
Not made of even one single quantum particle or force, void of all energy,
Yet at the core of all existence since the beginning of time.
Take time to accept this way that He made you in time,
Because no matter what, you never will be able to grasp
What He has ordained to be out of your reach or capacity
He holds the key, and as the Master of time
He is the Master of the past, present, and future.
You can go to Him for anything and everything,
There is nothing He cannot do, have no doubt.
The Master and Keeper of Time can overpower it if He wants to.
And satan, like a dog of the Great Creator and Master
Is used to sift His friends, the lovers from the haters.
That beast who is as blind to the future time as your dog,
Makes the most of the time he is able to snare you.
He has many tricks, constituting his greater talent,
Yet all his power and ability are portioned still by the same Master…
The One holding his leash. Those tactics are permitted
For training you to be worthy of God’s Kingdom and Glory.
For Eternal life with Him is not to be had without great cost,
Or else all would want it out of selfishness instead of love.
Just as if every sin was met immediately with punishment,
Everyone would choose the right choice for the wrong reason…
Those who serve the beast are kept in cages by the leashed one,
They have chosen to surrender their free will to him,
Making themselves captive of a slave, the epitome of low.
They put flowers on their filth and package it in heart shaped boxes,
And sell their poison as chocolate candy love potions.
Do not be fooled by the beauty or scent of the flowers,
Or the alluring notion of the taste of candy,
Or the drive of poisonous passion wrapped in seduction.
Not this time, and not the next time. Not any time.
Because it only takes one time for your life to be caught,
As the days of your life are broken down into pieces of time,
Only one bit is needed to snare you into the trap, past the end of time.
A labyrinth that can entangle you for the rest of your time,
Leading to an eternity of torture bound by cords of boundless time.
So step outside of time, outside the limits of earthly constraints.
Unveil that which is hidden in time, masked for a time, for the time of test.
See all for what it really is, embedded in time, while still in good time.
Avoid bad timing, and look at it as if your time is already up.
Look ahead to that time when you will face the Master
The Maker and the Keeper of Time, because Time is His.
“Wasting your time” is the cowards way of saying “wasting your life.”
Do not spend your time arguing about it, it would be a waste of your time…
The time of your life. And there is no Time Machine to go back and get it.
Nonetheless, Time is like an unseen machine that you cannot escape,
And with each inaudible tick of its workings, your time of death nears.
You don’t want to grow old you say? Maybe you won’t, but you’ll surely die.
For those who fear death, it’s a monster creeping up behind to devour them.
For those who see this world as a testing ground, Time is their friend.
The Creator didn’t design any gears or software to keep time ticking or
Running on time. No question, the hand of time stays in line & keeps time.
Still, humans have contrived billions of little machines with gadgets and
Instruction booklets in order to help us all keep on track with the right time.
Don’t miss the essence & purpose of time. Your right time is closing in.
Those who can’t stick to the ultimatums of time are labeled as fall-outs,
Yet those who abide by the clock and show up winning, still often fail
To plan for the final interview, and they won’t be able to pull a “No Show.”
Time… Unsolidified. Unstoppable. Ever Flowing. Mesmerizing…
Constantly fluid ahead, yet frozen in time as soon as it drifts by.
Monotonous in itself yet bringing the unbelievable and unimaginable.
The only thing we can really count on passing Is that unseen “machine”
Bringing the unpredictable and unforeseen. Enchanting yet foreboding…
Uncontainable. Uncontrollable. Inseparable, from any and all.
It touches all things in the universe and yet nothing,
And changes everything except its Creator.
Apart from the Maker & Keeper of Time and of Life,
Time is the one thing that separates us from death and the final judgement,
From our past, our future, our lost loves, and our heart’s deepest desire.
From our mistakes and regrets, our joy and sorrow, even tomorrow.
From our innocence, those long lost childhood days before the pain of sin.
From anything & anyone across the miles, translated to just hours away.
From the person we held hands with yesterday and buried today.
Unforgivably irreversible and un-erasable time.
If it weren’t for time, all in time would have happened at once long ago,
One solid mess with no beginning or end, no story line, no order or reason.
No one can actually save time, even if they claim they do. It cannot be kept.
But everyone is spending every minute and hour on something different,
Adding up to a whole lifetime spent. Some think they’ve got a grip on time,
But now is the only time anyone ever truly has, and it is already gone.
Some say they know what lies in store for them after the end of their days,
But they’ve never been there, and arrogance is usually met with tragedy.
What should you have done yesterday, what should you be doing now?
Do you live that reality or spend your time attempting to escape & deny it?
Take time to seek the truth, search for His face, desperately reach to Him.
He is there, waiting, & real. Truth is reality, all else is a deception and lie.
Time will tell the Truth, not because it has a voice, but because He says so.
He commands that in time all things be revealed and brought into His light,
Do you spend time looking at the Truth now, forming a bond of True Love?
Or will you find yourself cowering under the gaze of the All-Powerful One
In the end, wishing you had taken the time and effort to be His friend?
How can time be so convincing that a minute of suffering feels like an hour,
Yet just as easily capable of swaying one in the opposite opinion
That an hour can seem like a minute when enjoying a pleasurable time?
You know now that time is precious, and has been sanctified by Him.
And even though you are limited in your abilities and understanding,
Your time is demanded of you by it’s and your Maker & Keeper, The Master.
You will have to give an account of every moment of your time, His time.
So the time has come for you to understand time at least to this extent…
The Eternal One fabricated Time and set it like a veil, as the sacred arena.
Then He engineered the Earth as the battleground for the battle of eternity.
God is innately the Only Victor, offering us freedom by His sacrificial death.
So with the Victory already won, your choice lays in the free will of the heart
To desire fatal fantasies and fleeting passions devoid of real satisfaction,
Or to stand strong & triumph through the purifying fire of trials & assaults.
Time’s not a mere passage- a highway of warfare dividing heaven & hell;
It’s His Mercy in action, get on your knees, thank Him & fight the good fight.
You’re lucky to still be in the combat zone where man wages war for his life
There are no sidelines to sit, so woe to the one who thinks he’s not involved
For those in denial are already duped, overtaken & operated by the enemy.
Time sets the stage of fight where the soul contends for its eternal destiny,
The place where the body, mind, & spirit must be vigilant & rise in combat,
Where the showdown between Good & evil lies in the depths of the heart
Every moment becomes a crucible, where grace and trials forge the soul
& with every heartbeat each man is sculpted in sanctifying grace or in self.
Chosen & summoned soldier of Christ, warrior of the Great God of all Time,
You were born a fighter, fighting for your first breath; you entered your time.
Go, get your battle plans from the General who holds all in His Hands.
Rolling His plans out in war & peace, revealing them to His strongest ones
Who approach close enough, following His commands with proficient skill,
Those who know that spare time is personal growth time, Time to grow,
Either in God or in evil, as only fools believe they stay the same over time.
Don’t fail Him, burst your heart that He may infuse in you the Supernatural.
Drafted Soldier, as you near the last breath of your time on the battlefield,
When your name’s called on the roll will you be a defector, deserter, a loser?
Will you know the One who made you, Soldier, and knows you inside out?
With the test of time past, will you be united with the very source of life?
The Master, Maker & Keeper of Time and of Life. The Ultimate Victor.
Will you celebrate with the Powerful One the victory of not being lost?
But returning every gift and second of Life in full Love and gratitude
That were given & entrusted to you for strength, back to the Giver,
So that you may enter into the sacred golden realm of the Champions
Who ran the race well, bursting their hearts when they’d nothing left to give
For eternal reaping of the celestial harvest which knows no season in time,
Forever with the Master, the Maker and Keeper of Time.
All comes through Him in His Time, He is Who Is, all time belongs to Him,
Nothing can be taken from Him, the One, the Ultimate, Boundless Power
That ALL WILL GLORIFY in the end, whether in Heaven or in Hell,
All will bow to the King, the Master & Keeper of Time, Truth, and of Life.
When your time is over, it's gone... And then you will face your Master,
The Keeper of Time
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