..........Time..........

He knew the things that he should do,
He had been, by godly ones taught;
He thought he’d come ere life was through:
Time was plenty… or, so he thought.
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”

“So many things to see and do,
How wonderful are this world’s ways;
I’ll come to Him ere life is through…
In the end He shall have my praise…”
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”

A young man’s soul is tossed and turned,
Many forces vie for its love;
The lessons of life must be learned
Lest he miss that home up above.
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”

A workingman’s life is so full
That he seldom finds time to rest,
The riches of life on him pull
Till he scarce can tell what is best.
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”

An old man is set in his ways,
And although he meant to obey
Because of the endless delays
Still he walks not in the Lord’s way.
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”

Friend, tell me, how long will you live?
Oh, when will you draw your last breath?
Your sins the Lord wants to forgive,
Too late it will be after death.
The stuff of which life is made, “Time”,
How much time is left no one knows;
The foolish person sings this rhyme,
As busily onward he goes:
“I’ve but one life in which to live,
My soul for a good time I’ll give.”
 
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
02-14-2002

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