This portion that we hold
Of time’s unfolding verve
Is like a splash of moment-gold
To choose the God we serve
This gift from God to man
Sifting through yonder cloud
Is but an ephemeral span
Before we give account
Thus in our come and go
As one more day is lent
We should remember who we owe
Its daily dividend
This buttering of ‘bread’
Its begging break-and-eat
Will prove the offering we have
To lay before His feet
With utter awe then we
Ought to approach His grace
For no one knows the day when we
Will meet Him face to face
...where ‘one more day’ is like
A thousand years to He
Who breaks the sky with morning light
Before eternity
© Janet Martin
...then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve,
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