Who intricately holds all time?
Who does it belong to?
Who gave us seasons and signs?
Who put them in our view?
I'll be the first to stand up and say,
It's God who made us all.
I've met Him arrayed by light of His glory.
He holds everyone, great and small.
He is the eternal clock that beckons,
Ticking over all the land.
If we were calculated by seconds,
He is the helping hourly hand.
Life is preciously short.
He set us all for a precise time.
What will be written in your ending report?
When there's no more mountains to climb?
He's the only one who can give life,
For this place and the next.
He wants us to be with Him in paradise,
Happily loved and forever blessed.
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