We’re at the end of September
Three-quarters through the year,
October will start tomorrow
Independence and Christmas are near.
The thirtieth day of September:
This day will never be repeated again,
What we have written is written
Whether it has caused us joy or pain.
Each will have his memories
The many hurts we will try to forget,
The joys we will cherish forever
Of such we will have no regret.
I cannot help but recall
As each month swiftly passes by,
The days would appear to be shorter
The time just absolutely flies.
Perhaps this is not the meaning
We should draw from Matthew 24:22
But it is an assurance to the believer
That God is seeing us through.
For what He promises He delivers
The believer can count on that
And while we can expect tribulation
Our deliverance is a fact.
A fact in the history that is written
Written from the beginning of time,
No foul-ups, bleeps or blunders
Can remove it from God’s timeline.
So keep looking towards the skies
Not for an oncoming storm
But for the assurance that’s been given
Christ is coming for the reborn.
Stewart Russell © September 2018
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