As
we reflect on how our lives are spent
How
golden years like mist soon disappear
The
talents given us as gifts to serve
Were
meant to lift man’s burdens and give cheer.
The
footprints left along the shores of time
With
youthful hopes like castles in the sand
If
unfulfilled – are only empty dreams
Without
true purpose placed within our hand.
So
transient is our pilgrimage below
And
God has given limits to our days
A
second chance is not within our grasp
Since
deeds of love are ours to bring Him praise.
Review
your life before the Reaper calls
Don't
let regrets enslave you to the past
Live
daily with eternity in view
For
faithful service done for Christ will last.
--B.
Pent
2 comments:
You did a great job with this poem Papa. Thank you for the Pre-blog preview :) Can't wait to see you in just a month!!!
Papa,
That was a beautiful poem, the thoughts were so beautifully expressed. I have often thought on those very things. Life seems so short in light of eternity. One of my greatest fears is that I will reach the end of the earthly time given me only to realize I have accomplished nothing of eternal value. The greatness of Christ's sacrifice and the magnitude of the lost world dying without Him seem so great and my efforts are so feeble in comparison.
I love you, Papa!
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