If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time ballad

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One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley
where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed
I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles
when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the
fading sun upon the grasses beside me;
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

Strong and powerful, like a stallion, he stood
I could see the dimples, as the shadow of a smile
played around the corner of his mouth
His voice was the purring of the stallion I’ve imagined
Thus, he lifted me out of my state of melancholy;
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

Life has blossomed and bloomed between us.
He’s a replica a world of perfect nature’s harmony
in my life’s void, before that chanced encounter.
I was lost, and desolate when he found me adrift;
I was in the backswing of life when he came:
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

How did I ever missed such affection and love
when life’s trial had my way so cruelly dogged?
He brought into my life a rekindled confidence
I wish I had known him all of my life journeys
He would have lifted all my weariness and misery;
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

He is the joy of my lost love fulfilled.
He is the pillar upon whom I put my trust.
His strength has reassured my weary being.
I wish I had long known him, and being
in his powerful and awesome presence;
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

The earth quaked and the rock melt before him
Seas dried up and the mountains flattened before him
The shadows retreated and my foes trembled at his voice
Firm and tender is his love to me; valuing me more than
all the jewels and rubies in the bowel of the earth:
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time

I feel him when I am alone and lonely
He speaks in tone purring graciously into my soul
When fear assails my state and labor weary me
When wastefulness attends my life labors;
he bears me through all the treacherous parts:
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time.

Come sing with me sweet melody of seraphim’s blues
Rejoice with me in sweet Harmony of love bestowed
by him who knows and loves all who loves him
Come worship with me, him who sets my parts
above the slippery and treacherous highway;
I wish we could rewind the hand of the time.

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Dear Poet David Bokolo.

“If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time”

Wow! this poem is deep; it can move any believer or non-believer a one that truly loves reading any material that is related to such encounter with Light. Your poem melts my heart!

In these few lines of yours I found myself so small in front of the Creator.

“The earth quaked and the rock melt before him
Seas dried up and the mountains flattened before him
The shadows retreated and my foes trembled at his voice
Firm and tender is his love to me; valuing me more than
all the jewels and rubies in the bowel of the earth:
I wish I could rewind the hand of the time”

This poem transforms a person while reading.
Simply one of your best writing.

Thank you for the privilege to read your intense beauty in words.

Zuzanna

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