Do not the declining years of a person’s sweeping life,
So quickly slip through the shifting sands of time,
Leaving so many of us wilting rather like twisted twine.
But shouldn’t each passing minute be pleasing and without strife?
And do not life’s waves of indifference always surge into a turbulent sea?
Flowing constantly into the still waters of an unmapped territory,
Where all sour journeying souls may someday reach: Port Eternity.
But sadly dear friend many will never find that key.
And instead will weep a lasting unheard silent plea.
But cast thy burden upon the Lord
Seek always if you will the Saviours soothing grace,
Seen once through the anguished eyes of those who sought HIS face,
That terrible day in the Holy City,
That offered neither love, repentance, or pity!
All past grievous years,
Are rather like soiled tears,
That from each personal shame,
Only one lasting name,
Should and will ever remain:
And that name is JESUS.
Then through His name will come honour love and respect.
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee:
He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved”
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