LIFE'S CLOCK
                                         

                                          The clock of life is wound but once,              
                                                And no man has the power;
                                          To tell just when 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,
                                                And no man can restore.

                                          The present only is our own,
                                                Live, love, toil with a will;
                                          Place no faith in "Tomorrow" 
                                                For the clock my then be still.

                                                                                        author unknown

 

And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth:  Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
Revelation 14:13

 

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