God’s Perfect Timing Poems

If you are looking God’s perfect timing poems, you are in the right place. God’s time is the right time but in today’s fast development era not everyone can wait for the time they want to meet me immediately but God knows best what is the right time to meet. Our time is not right, only God’s time is right.

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God's Perfect Timing Poems


My Times Are In Thy Hand

Poet: Christopher Newman Hall

My times are in Thy hand:
I know not what a day,
Or e’en an hour, may bring to me;
But I am safe while trusting Thee,
Though all things fade away.
All weakness, I
On Him rely
Who fixed the earth and spread the starry sky.

My times are in thy hand:
Pale poverty or wealth,
Corroding care or calm repose,
Spring’s balmy breath of winter’s,
Sickness or buoyant health –
Whate’er betide,
If God provide,
‘Tis for the best; I ask no lot beside.

My times are in thy hand:
Many or few my days,
I leave with thee – this only pray
That by thy grace, I every day
Devoting to thy praise,
May ready be
To welcome thee
Whene’er thou comest to set my spirit free.

My times are in thy hand:
Howe’er those times may end –
Sudden or slow my soul’s release,
Midst anguish, frenzy, or in peace –
I’m safe with Christ, my Friend;
If he is nigh,
Howe’er I die,
‘Twill be the dawn of heavenly ecstasy.

My times are in thy hand:
To thee I can entrust
My slumbering clay till thy command
Bids all the dead before thee stand.
Awakening from the dust,
Beholding thee,
What bliss ’twill be,
With all thy saints to spend eternity!

To spend eternity
In heaven’s unclouded light!
From sorrow, sin, and frailty free,
Beholding and resembling thee –
O too transporting sight!
Prospect too fair
For flesh to bear!
Haste! Haste! my Lord, and soon transport me there!


Time Belongs To God

Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2006

Time somehow eludes you, it alters best intentions,
It passes by while you are unawares;
It doesn’t give you notice so you might watch your step;
You’re not too sure for what you should prepare.

Mankind is oh, so busy, an empire to obtain,
The thought of wealth is foremost in his mind.
He concentrates his efforts regardless of all else,
Prosperity and fame he has to find.

Meanwhile, each moment passes, the hours turn to years,
Then what accomplishments will leave their mark?
You never noticed nature, the fragrance of the rose,
Or seen the trees in colour in the park.

You scurried through the morning, you rushed throughout the day,
You set a pace that many thought too high.
And in your haste and progress, achievement came your way,
But joys of love and nature passed you by.

Then suddenly it happened – your work days have expired,
Retirement is set to come with age,
Your routine is disrupted, you haven’t much to do,
But life is offering you a brand-new page.

Yes, time to smell the roses, to learn to slow your pace,
To find out why the Lord has blessed you so,
To realize the beauty of living on God’s earth,
To hear the gentle, rippling waters flow.

The early song of robins, the mourning dove’s soft coos,
The rising of the sun when dawn draws nigh,
The mist above the waters, the dew drops on the grass
The wonder of a brand-new baby’s cry.

Take note while you’re still able, rejoice in what you see,
Stand still and hear God speaking to your soul,
Be quick to give Him glory, be still and hear His voice,
Remember, time is His; He’s in control!


The Keeper

Poet: John McLeod, © 1980

The keeper at the gate of time
Waits patiently and ever
Keeps his vigil silently
His trust he will not sever
Nor will condemn the actions
When the soul strives unaware
But always will embrace in Love
And bless with silent prayer.


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