Time Comes

By; Angel Vic S. Tecson

When the sunrise shines bright

And the stars come out in the night;

Her angel is coming home

To fetch her at dawn.

Wonderful is the world and green and mold.

And a woman wears weary, growing old-

Why she is not afraid to die?

Her readiness, Oh heavens cannot lie:

                                   

An old imagining her Youth

To write a gratitude for an Oath

For dying is worth.

In Jesus name she claims;

A new beginning she aims.