Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Flying Through Swift Winds Of Time

We Will Arrive Alive

Sailing through this trackless sea...
Yesterday lived and left behind...
Each second gaining an unused now ...
Through each darkening passing day...
Into a fresh and  hopeful tomorrow,,,
Just over each morning's new horizon...
Flying on swift winds of time...
To God's eternal destine nation...
Safe harbor from life's stormy deep
At peace forever and in His keep.

Psalms 115:1 ... Rayburn Blair