Poetry The Clock of Life

He put the clock on the mantel,
Wound the key at dawn,
Now each day gone,
Brings a new day on,
As the clock keeps tic, ticking on.

Life is like that mantel clock,
God's time the second hand,
And the seconds I lend,
Are seconds I spend,
As time keeps tic, ticking along.

Each moment
He gives is a precious one,
To be wisely used.
Not wisely used,
A moment I lose,
As time goes tic, ticking on.

Though life ticks on through pain, I find
Joy deepened by sorrow.
But for every sorrow,
There is hope for tomorrow,
As life goes tic, ticking by.

When the clock has run down,
And the mainspring has ceased,
My life shall be released,
To Heavenly peace,
And time to forever with Him.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatsoever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him. —Colossians 3:16-17

Thank you, Lord, for life. Help me live it in a way that brings honor to you. Amen.

(C) 2016, 2020 Carolyn R Scheidies
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