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.