Time is everything. Death knows nothing.
Time can bring every pleasure known,
And even bringing sadness and
Distress to every child born.
Our bodies age tho’ minds remain hopeful.
Goals can be met and dreams come true.
Wars are fought and history changes.
No one knows when time is through.
How will they hear Who gave them life,
If, unsaved, they toil without sight?
Alone towards a date with the grave,
Dying to dark, not living for future Light.
terry miller
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