Time Took a Walk.

This is a poem I wrote in response to my reading from the book of Romans yesterday. Hope you enjoy.


Time took a walk, a walk straight into the past, past the memories of fun and joy, past
 the memories that hurt and destroy. Time took a walk.

Time took a walk, it's feet made lines of chalk, the lines are the paths we chose to walk, and right behind us time stalks. Time took a walk.

Time took a walk, with his lips he said stop, because the path I chose to walk was not lined with chalk. That is why time took a walk.

Time took a walk so he could tell me to stop, to stop on that path not lined with chalk, the path was lined by fire that led to my sinful desire. That is why time took a walk.

Time took a walk, when he said to stop time took my hand and led me to a glorious man. Time took me on a walk.

Time took me on a walk, and showed me a man who would destroy the fire of my sinful desire. I knew that man would halt my distress and show me righteousness. I knew now why time took a walk.

Time took a walk, because time was the man, time was the man because time was in his hand. Just as time took my hand so too did the man, he took my hand and showed me the beauty of his fathers land.

Time took a walk, and I walk with him.