Guest post by: Connie Faust
The cycle spins on relentlessly;
From promise of life to final death,
So few are the years allotted to one
From the moment of first fragile breath.
An infant is born-happiness reigns-
Parents applaud a new life.
Fast forward through childhood, on to maturity,
Struggling through heartache and strife.
The hour and day when we leave this old world
Is a guessing game won by no man.
We feel our mortality closing the gap,
And ponder how short is life’s span.
Another friend dies, a bond is dissolved,
The memories over us flow,
And we ask how much time is left on the clock
Until it is our time to go.
How God marks the day of departure
Is a mystery that’s His to reveal;
How we use every minute we’re given to live
Will confirm if our faith is for real.
So true: “How we use every minute we’re given to live
Will confirm if our faith is for real.”
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