On a breezy autumn day,
the sun shimmers across the water
and the clouds
steadily make their way
from one side of the sky to the other.
The trees, they stand their ground,
their leaves have yet to fall.
I guess it’s not their time.

Yet, ripples on the pond
and clouds up in the sky,
both quietly passing by.
Always in time.
Always in time.

The wind, it moves the clouds
and water all around,
and yes,
even those leaves clinging to trees.
Always in time.
Always in time.

Some willing more than others.
Taking direction,
or making a stand.
Always in time.
Always in time.

Likewise, the Spirit in its stirring,
its moving of hearts and souls,
here and there along the way.
Always in time.
Always in time.

Always in Time… May your mercy, Lord, be upon us; as we put our hope in you. – Psalm 33:22