Time Slips Away

 

We live for a while, then life is gone;

Do what you will do, ere yours is done;

When once it has past, it won’t come back:

You cannot get then what you now lack.

 

The best intentions won’t cut it then,

We will have no hope if dead in sin;

How quickly the years all pass us by

And – ready or not – we all shall die.

 

What is yesterday? A day now gone.

What is tomorrow? A time to come?

And it may well come – but, it may not;

If it does not come, then, my friend, what?

 

To whom will you turn? What will you do?

Your last chance for grace then past and through

Before the Great Judge how will you fare?

There’ll be no sermons when you get there…

 

No invitations, no earnest pleas…

No one to succor, none to give ease:

No second chances, our fate then sealed;

Then before our eyes our doom revealed.

 

We live for a while, then life is gone;

Do what you will do, ere yours is done;

When once it has past, it won’t come back:

You cannot get then what you now lack.

 

H. L. Gradowith

 

03/11/2004

 

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