In the beginning, there was God.
Light dawns, a child laughs.
Mountains keep watch, families trod.
The sun rises and sets, led by His staff.

Time marches and decay comes.
Joy and sadness mingle.
To death all must succumb.
The sting of sin, it tingles.

Through it all, where is God?
He is outside of time.
But He became as us,
And knows our joy and crime.

Freed from death He lives,
A plan He wrote anew.
The Hope He now gives,
None other can compare to.

Yet stuck we are in time,
This ever changing, mournful life.
‘Til to His paradise sublime,
He frees us from all strife.

In the end, there is God.

~ Sara Pugsley