God has eternal, but man has only a limited time. As the ages pass, thou man forgets Him, He awaits the return of the human soul, His belved. It is never too late to return Him, for His patience, love and mercy are infinite.
TIME is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries fllow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for our chances. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;; but i find that yet there is time.
