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Robert Harrison
Guest
ON SUCH A DAY AS THIS
I ONLY HAVE TO LOOK OUT OF MY WINDOW, AND I WOULD INSTINCTIVLY KNOW THAT
THE DAY WAS A SABBATH DAY.
FOR EXPERIENCE HAS TAUGHT ME, THAT WITHOUT A CALENDERED KNOWLEDGE, IT WAS
INDEED THE SABBATH.
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT SETS THIS INTERVAL OF LIGHT BETWEEN TWO MIDNIGHTS
APART FROM IT'S TIME GOVERNED KIN.
IT IS BY A DEEP FELT, ALL CONVINCING, ALL CONSUMING SPIRIT THAT TESTIFIES THE
DAY IS THE LORDS DAY.
THERE IS NO EARTH TIME, FOR TIME AS I KNOW IT HAS ALTERED. IT IS THE LORDS DAY
AND HE HAS SET A NEW TIME, AND IT UNQUESTIONABLY NOTICABLE.
THE VERY AIR BREATHS GENTLY OVER THE WORLD, AND ALL LIFE HAS SLOWED OUT OF
RESPECT.
HURRYING IS OUT OF THE QUESTION, FOR ONE IS CONDEMMED, AS IT WERE, TO STAND
AND STARE AND TO MARVEL AT THE CHANGED WORLD, A SABBATH WORLD.
TO MY EVER LASTING SHAME DO I KNOW,THAT TO SUCH A DAY I HAVE NOT ALWAYS GIVEN
RECOGNITION TO IT'S HOLY HOURS.
FOR IN MY YOUTH WAS SUCH A TIME OF REVERENCE, SET ASIDE FOR FUN AND LAUGHTER
AND MERRIMENT.
HAVING NO DESIRED THOUGHT FOR THIS, THE LORDS GIFT TO ME, TO WORSHIP MY CREATOR,
THAT SAME GOD THAT GAVE ME SIX DAY'S OF IMMAGINED REAL TIME.
FOOLISH YOUTH SEE'S NO RYME OR REASON TO INCLUDE SUCH LABOUROUS THOUGHTS, WHICH
I DEEMED BOTH UNECCESSARY AND TIME CONSUMING, INTO A DAY GIVEN TO MORE JOYOUS
PURSUTES.
SO IT WAS, IN A TIME WHEN THE PLEASURES OF YOUTH WERE TO BE SAUGHT AFTER, TO BE
JEALOUSLY GUARDED AGAINST THE RESTRAINING SHACKLES OF TIRESOME
TRADITIONS OF THE FATHERS.
IT IS SAID THAT TIME IS A WONDERFUL HEALER, THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH ARE REPLACED BY WISDOM,
AND ONLY THE OCCASIONAL BOLT HOLE IN THE MEMORY BRINGS BACK YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE.
THE HEART AND THE MIND ARE RETURNED TO THAT, WHICH IN REALITY IT NEVER LEFT,
JUST SET ASIDE UNTIL THE DESIRES OF YOUTH ARE SPENT.
THE SABBATH ONCE AGAIN IS RECCOGNISED FOR WHAT IT IS MEANT TO BE, THE TRADITIONS
OF THE FATHERS ARE RETURNED TO THE FOLDS OF MY MIND, AND TIME IS WHERE IT IS SUPOSED TO BE,
IN THE HANDS OF THE LORD.
I ONLY HAVE TO LOOK OUT OF MY WINDOW, AND I WOULD INSTINCTIVLY KNOW THAT
THE DAY WAS A SABBATH DAY.
FOR EXPERIENCE HAS TAUGHT ME, THAT WITHOUT A CALENDERED KNOWLEDGE, IT WAS
INDEED THE SABBATH.
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT SETS THIS INTERVAL OF LIGHT BETWEEN TWO MIDNIGHTS
APART FROM IT'S TIME GOVERNED KIN.
IT IS BY A DEEP FELT, ALL CONVINCING, ALL CONSUMING SPIRIT THAT TESTIFIES THE
DAY IS THE LORDS DAY.
THERE IS NO EARTH TIME, FOR TIME AS I KNOW IT HAS ALTERED. IT IS THE LORDS DAY
AND HE HAS SET A NEW TIME, AND IT UNQUESTIONABLY NOTICABLE.
THE VERY AIR BREATHS GENTLY OVER THE WORLD, AND ALL LIFE HAS SLOWED OUT OF
RESPECT.
HURRYING IS OUT OF THE QUESTION, FOR ONE IS CONDEMMED, AS IT WERE, TO STAND
AND STARE AND TO MARVEL AT THE CHANGED WORLD, A SABBATH WORLD.
TO MY EVER LASTING SHAME DO I KNOW,THAT TO SUCH A DAY I HAVE NOT ALWAYS GIVEN
RECOGNITION TO IT'S HOLY HOURS.
FOR IN MY YOUTH WAS SUCH A TIME OF REVERENCE, SET ASIDE FOR FUN AND LAUGHTER
AND MERRIMENT.
HAVING NO DESIRED THOUGHT FOR THIS, THE LORDS GIFT TO ME, TO WORSHIP MY CREATOR,
THAT SAME GOD THAT GAVE ME SIX DAY'S OF IMMAGINED REAL TIME.
FOOLISH YOUTH SEE'S NO RYME OR REASON TO INCLUDE SUCH LABOUROUS THOUGHTS, WHICH
I DEEMED BOTH UNECCESSARY AND TIME CONSUMING, INTO A DAY GIVEN TO MORE JOYOUS
PURSUTES.
SO IT WAS, IN A TIME WHEN THE PLEASURES OF YOUTH WERE TO BE SAUGHT AFTER, TO BE
JEALOUSLY GUARDED AGAINST THE RESTRAINING SHACKLES OF TIRESOME
TRADITIONS OF THE FATHERS.
IT IS SAID THAT TIME IS A WONDERFUL HEALER, THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH ARE REPLACED BY WISDOM,
AND ONLY THE OCCASIONAL BOLT HOLE IN THE MEMORY BRINGS BACK YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE.
THE HEART AND THE MIND ARE RETURNED TO THAT, WHICH IN REALITY IT NEVER LEFT,
JUST SET ASIDE UNTIL THE DESIRES OF YOUTH ARE SPENT.
THE SABBATH ONCE AGAIN IS RECCOGNISED FOR WHAT IT IS MEANT TO BE, THE TRADITIONS
OF THE FATHERS ARE RETURNED TO THE FOLDS OF MY MIND, AND TIME IS WHERE IT IS SUPOSED TO BE,
IN THE HANDS OF THE LORD.
