Within us, without us, Lord,
You are our globe, our world,
The centre of our time piece
In the ticking of the earth.

The tick and the tock, middle and end,
We begin, Lord, and conclude, in Your arms
And You keep us held in faraway lands.

In all our dimensions, Lord, You are there,
In our scurrying, and our busyness,
You are not beyond our call,
Beyond our comprehension but ever present
Even as the clock hands whirl.

You are our still moment.
Time stops with You.