So much we plan though limited our time
and although the sands of time have drifted,
the thief, crass fellow, smirking while he waits.
How swift that sand flows...some bright spark fine sifted.
Too easy we ignore God's prior plans for
you and I when prejudice has shifted.
So when that thief should tempt you, tell him no,
guilt's burden from our shoulders Jesus lifted.
Let this good news ring out, tell every man,
with freedom for eternity we're gifted.
Phrase: and although the sands of time have drifted,
Note...odd numbered lines carry a message, reading down.
Even numbered lines have a sustained rhyme.
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