Season 8, Episode 1, God's Inspiration

71, 8-1, SHOW  NOTES & COPYRIGHTS  (Scheduled August 26, 2022)Today we will be reading and discussing poems that were influenced by a picture or object that inspired me.THE CLOCK, THE TIME, OUR HOURS (God Still Rhymes, pg 7)Time, is it ours or is it hours,The hands that do not move?As we move through timeDo we make life rhymes?Whose face is on the clock?Does it reflect     the number of years,     the number of fears,     the number of tears?The rhymes that age usAs we look in the mirror,Is it ours or the face of time?Will the hands on the clockGive us time to unlockThe secrets we keep,Our sins so deep?Do we have the hours,At least to start,To open our heartAnd release what was ours?Time will wait for no one.Will we be standing stillAt the end of time?Time will not go on into infinityAs we wait for eternity.We are free,what everwe want to befor all to seeespecially hethat is in Heaven above.Will we choosehis lovebefore the end?Will we acceptthe gracehe did send?In the shining sun,do we have time to accept his son,his sacrifice to make us right?The hands on the clocksometimes move so odd.At times they do mockeach and every minute of the day.But if we make time to praywe will see the hand of God,feel his infinite lovehis saving gracehis sacrifice for our righteousness, that we will be for eternity.Discussion:The clock that inspired this poem also inspired a full chapter in God Still Rhymes: The Broken Clock, Still The Clock Is Still, Our Time Standing Still, and The Clock A Few Months Later.  Grandfather Clock was written many years before.  It seem like a good introduction to the other clock poems.WINDOWS TO GOD  (God Still Rhymes, pg. 65)An ancient cathedral,an old country church,filled with worshiperspraying, singing, hearingas his word is heardas sun shining throughwindows of stained glass.The history of our faith,of a journey through the ages,reflecting sorrows and joysever present for us to see.As it may seemthe lighted beamseen through the glassas time does passthe hands of manreflects his plan.Then at church today,walking through the door,no windows reflectinga journey that has passed,now in muted huesphotographs black and white,joy without sorrow,husband, wife, a child,give hope for tomorrow.The journey unfinished,they are looking forward.We see the Son shinethrough many smiles.Now we can seewhat we can be,the simplicityfor you and me,life he did save,the gift he gave.Whether by the sun shining through multicolored stained glassor the Son shining through a photograph of white and black,both are windows through which we can see the work of his hand.Reflection:The church I attend was having its 18th anniversary.  The only windows are in the entrance atrium and the classrooms.  To celebrate this occasion pictures of some of the members were taken and enlarged.  These were put