Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I was excited to get this box full of old pocket watchs for $5.00 at our local flea market one Saturday. Now to get those creative juices flowing. I'm thinking of using one or two on a necklace. Just think, one of these watches undoubtedly have lived a man's whole lifetime. Oh, if they could but tell their secrets. But then, secrets are best left alone sometimes.
The following is a precious hymn...'The Sands of Time are Sinking'
'The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks; the summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes; Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, But glory, glory dwelleth...in Immanuel's hand.
The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom's face;....I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand, The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel's land." The Sands of Time are Sinking....by Anne R. Cousin 1864-1906
"The Lamb...shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters...Revelation 7:17