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.
Submitted by Ann L. Gantt, Ph.D., LCSW, New Hope Counselor
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Thank you for sharing this Ann!
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