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!
Copyright © Adeola Abimbola | Year Posted 2022
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