TIME

What’s time compared to eternity,

With all it’s imperfection.

A tangent line that briefly meets,

And creates an intersection.

Every day is always new,

As eternity has no measure.

But sin needed time to have effect,

To mould character that we’d treasure.

For character is all we keep,

It’s all you’ll see of me.

I’m not the body that I live in,

That’s just the house you see.

And when sin no longer has a hold,

Time must finish too.

As we step into eternity

And this life on earth is through.

Where is all the sorrow then?

Where are all the worries?

No more stress and anguish,

No bustle, pressure; hurry.

So time shrinks down in reality,

Though hard and full of sorrow.

What’s that compared to all the joy,

When we’ll live with no tomorrow?

Eternal peace, eternal joy,

There’ll never be a parting.

And when we’ve been there a million years,

It’s only just the starting.

That’s the way that we describe it,

But the description’s not quite true.

There’s no end and there’s no start,

For every moment’s new.

Now, this great chain of perfection was broken by time space. Time came because of sin. Let's draw a picture of time. Let's see, a perfect circle, forever, forever, and then all of a once, sin dropped in and put a little, as my wife calls it, a little hickey or a little drop in the chain so it comes down now. Eternity continues on, but it's not in its perfect condition.
There's a little gap comes down, breaks over this way, goes out this away. God had to do that because Satan caused it. And it dropped down to a space of time for the trying, and the perfecting, and for the purging of the lost, that God by His sovereign grace might someday lift that little hickey or gap back into the perfect circle. Then she rolls on just the same.

William Branham "Perfection" 56-06-10