With each fleeting day,
Silently pause and humbly say,
To GOD our Father above,
Today and forever, You have my love.
And with each days missing minutes,
That enter a depository of wasted hours.
To be forever lost, into the tapestry of time.
Only then must you ask: Lord, make me Thine!
For is not all flesh corrupted?
And all past rebellion denied?
If maybe in past corridors of time,
We never asked or prayed: Lord, make me Thine!
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