Title: God Unchanging
Author: Robert Dawson
Text: Psalm 102:25-27
As we begin, listen to this poem entitled "Shifting Sands"
The clock ticks on, the moments fade,
What's firm today, tomorrow is swayed.
The seasons twist, the years unspool,
And life rewrites its every rule.
Fashions shift. Trends take flight,
What's "in" by day, is "out" by night.
Our children grow, their laughter fades,
Their tiny hands slip through life's shades.
Rooms once alive with play and song,
Now sit in silence - time's march is strong,
Foundations tremble, structures shake.
Even the mirror mocks our face,
As time etches a subtle trace.
The hairline yields, the wrinkles stay,
The prime of life gets swept away.
So, we grasp for something sure,
A steady hope, a footing pure.
But change persists, it will not cease,
It whispers doubt, and steals our peace.
The shifting sands, they grind and wear,
And leave us searching, grasping air.
Where can we stand? Where must we go
When all we know is ebb and flow?
Change. It is inevitable. It is unavoidable.
We have barely taken our first steps into 2025 and many of us are hoping that this year is...well, not last year. That it is better.
Whenever December closes and January begins, we all wonder what this year holds but the ability to foresee and foretell the future is not a gift God has given to man. We do not know how this year will unfold.
- When 2020 began, did any of us anticipate what would transpire with the COVID epidemic?
- When the page turned to 2024, did we envision cleaning up and piecing life together months after a destructive hurricane?
While there are many things about this coming year I cannot state with confidence and certainty, there is at least one thing I can state with confidence and certainty, by the time you reach the end of 2025, things will be different. Change, whether big or small, will have taken place. You can't stop it. You can't hide from it.
- Life is not predict ...
Author: Robert Dawson
Text: Psalm 102:25-27
As we begin, listen to this poem entitled "Shifting Sands"
The clock ticks on, the moments fade,
What's firm today, tomorrow is swayed.
The seasons twist, the years unspool,
And life rewrites its every rule.
Fashions shift. Trends take flight,
What's "in" by day, is "out" by night.
Our children grow, their laughter fades,
Their tiny hands slip through life's shades.
Rooms once alive with play and song,
Now sit in silence - time's march is strong,
Foundations tremble, structures shake.
Even the mirror mocks our face,
As time etches a subtle trace.
The hairline yields, the wrinkles stay,
The prime of life gets swept away.
So, we grasp for something sure,
A steady hope, a footing pure.
But change persists, it will not cease,
It whispers doubt, and steals our peace.
The shifting sands, they grind and wear,
And leave us searching, grasping air.
Where can we stand? Where must we go
When all we know is ebb and flow?
Change. It is inevitable. It is unavoidable.
We have barely taken our first steps into 2025 and many of us are hoping that this year is...well, not last year. That it is better.
Whenever December closes and January begins, we all wonder what this year holds but the ability to foresee and foretell the future is not a gift God has given to man. We do not know how this year will unfold.
- When 2020 began, did any of us anticipate what would transpire with the COVID epidemic?
- When the page turned to 2024, did we envision cleaning up and piecing life together months after a destructive hurricane?
While there are many things about this coming year I cannot state with confidence and certainty, there is at least one thing I can state with confidence and certainty, by the time you reach the end of 2025, things will be different. Change, whether big or small, will have taken place. You can't stop it. You can't hide from it.
- Life is not predict ...
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