Time

 

 

So precious is time, yet we squander it away,
Unaware of it’s value, we drift through the day.
So precious is time, yet what have we to show
For the years gone by, and so swiftly they go.
Where are the fruits of yesterday?
What has been accomplished along life’s way?
Oh hasten brother, sister too,
Hasten today, God’s will to do.
An hour lost is gone forever;
A moment is wasted to return...never.
We may not understand it all, nor his face clearly see,
But let us labor moment by moment for the things of eternity.
And though at times we be discouraged,
May we never be cast down;
But endure as soldiers of the cross,
Till that last sheep be found.
With God’s word as our sword, we’ll march on to victory,
Going out in his name to set men free.
Oh God, help us to know all else is sinking sand,
And may we redeem the time, for thy kingdom is at hand.

 

"See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise,
redeeming the time, because the days are evil"
(Ephes. 5:15-16)

 

Connie - Nov., 1971

 

 

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