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
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
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