Life is but a flash in an eternity of time
Controlled by the master’s Perfect design
Easily snuffed out in the blink of an eye
Ours not to question, nor to ask “why”

How much time does my hourglass hold
How much time till I see streets of gold.
I know not the hour, not even the day.
So, what shall I do? What shall I say?

Live each moment like there won’t be another
Sharing God’s love, serving each other
Working the harvest, watering seeds sown
Knowing Gof better and making God known.

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