Make Your Life Count

Our days disappear like mist hit by the morning sun Like flowers that flourishes in the morning But dries off before evening Our years are like a second in his sight And each day that passes bring us closer to that day of judgement When all men shall stand before Him To give an account of their lives to Him Of those valuable times wasted Opportunities and privileges squandered But who shall dare appear before Him empty-handed? For we did not leave His presence empty-handed! We must therefore appear before Him with souls won for Him Lord, teach us to number our days That we may apply wisdom!