The Clock of Time (Poem for the New Year)
Written by Joan Rowden Hart
The clock of time is ticking as the New Year now awaits
We stand behind the curtain, the old year’s getting late
The footlights are just coming on as we step out on stage
Life’s past script is behind us, we prepare to turn the page
That reveals the new year’s stories. What will the future hold?
The playwright hasn’t told us. He lets the book unfold;
No good to try to read ahead, only He knows what is there;
We take the parts assigned to us, only He knows what is fair.
We only know that come what may, the assigned role must be played;
It’s up to us to make it work, in this life there are no trades;
And so we sing and dance and cry, each day brings something new;
We do the best we can, because we know when day is through
We once again will take the stage to take our final bow;
Surrounded by the witnesses in clouds we see them now*
The trees of the field will clap their hands**, we receive the golden crown
And we follow the flood lights to the throne,where to Him we cast it down.
The reviews are in. He says well done, enter in to the joys that wait;
You have fought the fight, you have kept the faith, your heavenly reward is great;
In eternity the years are marked not by calendars of days;
And our only role in that heavenly script is to give Him continuous praise.
*Hebrews 12:1
**Isaiah 55:12
© Joan Rowden Hart 2018
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