Stretching out to touch the shore with his future all but sure, he cups the water pure but out from his hand the waters pour.
The proud waves are a man's grave. Deep seeded with sin as he is stuck in his ways. Memories have memorized shame as he takes his guilt trips. Remembering the pain he has caused and the pain he has to deal with. Sad tears reign free as anger clouds swell. In thoughts of loss old fears still dwell.
NOW is the time that god's grip tightens up. The sky clears, the Son shines, and all his burdens lighten up. His Mercy is new and his Promise is true, and he will never be removed from God's calm, strong, steady hand. Time flies quick and he has plenty. NOW is the time to stand still.