O rest thy anguish, harrowed soul, see past that unrelenting Idol of Time. Know thy master holds Time in his keeping, even Time the bringer of toil.
Lord willing, the morrow shall find thee praising with the saints! So worry not over thy trivial fears!
If they should come to pass, twas He that commanded them to be… that very one you praise.
Glad for the Lord’s day.
Sharpen Your Soul 