Each Day

Each Day

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!

GPB

July 2004

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