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       My Times are in Your Hand

   My times are in Your hand;
      The time for birth, the time for mirth,
      The time for breath, the time for death;
   My times You have long planned.

   For since the dawn of time,
      You know all things, Thou King of kings;
      The great I AM, the humble Lamb
   Who died to pay my crime.

   The masses shout, "What crime?"
      For they believe if they achieve
      Good works enough, that they can bluff
   Their way, to heaven climb.

   O saddened multitude!
      Their filthy rags and moneybags
      Will not avail. God will prevail,
   And such will not include.

   But trusting in Your Son
      Is surely sure; though I am poor,
      Yet you are rich in grace, to which
   I cling, the saving done.

   Thus by Your strength I stand,
      Through trials grim and valleys dim;
      Help me to grow in how to know
   My times are in Your hand.

            Inspired by Psalm 31:15a.

            Adrian C. Keister, February 19, 2003.

                      The Vanity

   "The world is vain," the Preacher cries,
      "And vanity of vanities."
   And all things do only reprise
      What has been done before. Are these

   Things new? It has already been
      In ages past. The wind doth blow
   To south and goes 'round north. And when
      The streams run to the sea, they flow

   Back to the place from whence they came.
      What has been is what shall be, and
   What has been done is still the same.
      Under the sun there is no hand

   To something new. But all is heard,
      And matters have their end. To fear
   The Lord and to obey His Word
      Is man's duty. This shall you hear!

               Adrian C. Keister, March 29, 2004

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