One day the hour will carry
Each to where time will cease
Then pray for us who tarry
God’s righteousness and peace
One day this cord unbroken
Will fray and disappear
Pray each day is a token
Of godly hope and fear
One day this season-circuit
Of bud to bloom will pass
And symbolize our lives, love
A shadow on the grass
One day, stripped of this body
Our last transport will be
Of soul to God, and then we
Begin eternity
© Janet Martin
Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Job 14:1-2
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