Time begins with the first hour of YESTERDAY,
At the starting minute of the things in the past;
The initial second signals the origin
Of the passing moments that truly never last.
Time continues running in the path of TODAY
To let the present day share the ongoing age;
Now is the time for love, peace, and united world,
As we enjoy the grace before God turns the page.
Time will come as we hope and pray for the MORROW,
Dawn is a welcome sight regardless of the clime;
The future is truly in the hands of the Lord,
Completing the final composition of time.
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