Minute By Minute
Isn’t it strange time waits for no man…
Yet some find ways through Him to help
them take a stand.
Such as even in the busiest part of my day…
He comes to me and tells me the words
to write and gives me a message to relay.
To show that each minute that passes is as
important as another…
And with this God given time we are to love and care for each other.
That only through Him our time unfor-
tunately comes to an end you see…
His plan is not unimportant or insign-
ificant to you and me.
So, use your time brooding over your
past or make amends…
And you may find that time hasn’t done
away with all your friends.
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