Monday, 8 April 2013

Life's Clock

The clock of life is wound but once, 
And no man has the power 
To tell just where the hands will stop  
At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, 
To lose one's health is more, 
To lose one's soul is such a loss 
As no man can restore.

The present only is our own, 
Live for Christ with a will; 
Place no faith in tomorrow, 
For the clock may then be still. 

Not sure who wrote this but it very true.

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