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Tell me of the end of my life, How many days do I have left? Will it be filled with so much strife? Will a killer commit a theft? I know that this life is not long, The length of this life is so short; Very soon all that I did wrong, Will be filed in a report. My life is small compared to yours, And we are like the gusty wind; But just like the water that pours, You purified where I have sinned. Each person is like a shadow, They are busy for no reason; Only the Lord my God would know, When their business is ever done. They get wealthy without knowing, Who will get them when they are gone; They know not where they are going, Whenever their new day will dawn. My hope is in You as my Lord, Rescue me from rebellious acts; Teach me to be in one accord, And to understand all the facts. Disgrace me not to godless fools, Because I will remain speechless; Assist me to follow Your rules, As You grace upon me to bless. Remove the sickness laid on me, My life is done since I feel ill; My eyes failing and cannot see, And there is no miracle pill. This is the point when seconds count, The time to live for Christ is now; Only You would know the amount, As well as the where, when and how. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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