The Sands of Time
I fear that Nature will tremble
As she requests the ear of G-d,
To tell how his new creation
His laws underfoot they have trod.
That in the heart of Man she's seen
What no mortal eye can see.
How the light that he has placed there,
Though deathless, needs a further decree.
Now Nature is one of G-d's daughters
Who excells at her mighty art,
And it's plain she's deeply troubled
That Man's resemblance to G-d might depart.
She's fostered and clothed his creation
So sadly from Eden cast down,
And she knows that an ill treated planet
Will cause its designer to frown.
She tells how the aged Earth does shake
As it rendezvous with death,
And how the arrows of guilt are embedded in Man
Busy poisoning its every breath.
So through her secret window
She asks that the eye of G-d looks down
And that he considers moving time's fingers forward
To commence the final countdown.
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British Bill © 1992
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