Times is ticking fast! Dear Lord, help me to do your Will . . .
My days they are numbered,
I don’t know how many remain
but one thing I know for sure . . .
to reach the goal, I must strain.
There are just so many hours,
God gives me each new day
and every minute counts . . .
as I travel the narrow way.
I can’t rest for a second,
I must keep on, pressing on
for I will never know when . . .
my time here will be gone.
There’s tons for me to do,
and my talents I must use
for what God has give me . . .
I mustn’t mistreat or abuse.
The minutes they tick quickly,
the seconds, oh how they do fly
and I must use them wisely . . .
before I say my final goodbye!
“So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts
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