What Time is It?


Does time really fly?
No indeed, it soars!
None can capture it,
Though many do try;
Not unlike a hawk,
It rushes away.
A couple days, weeks,
A few months, and years,
They all fade away
Like small ocean waves.
We fill our small lives
With money, pleasure,
Alcohol, treasure,
But each one of these
Wanes as the clock ticks.
This one thing merely
Is not subjected
To the flight of time:
The Savior’s promise
Brings eternal hope.
Jesus’s divine life
Bought us redemption.
Tick Tock says the clock,
Get up, get to work!
Why should we discard
Such valuable time?
Our job starts right now
To teach God’s lost world
How to live this short life meaningfully,
That we may live the next one peacefully.

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