There is a reason for every season
Time is God’s alone, our gift to spend,
Which alas will soon end
And in that day, when time no more lend,
Will God be your foe or friend
Seek the Saviour of souls
This ought to be your goal,
To desire the pure milk of truth
To find it sweet, as smooth as silk
To find in God a faithful friend,
Prepare this day to meet your Maker,
To stand alone before His throne
When death visits you, will you be ready?
Will your sins be forgiven?
And be welcomed into Heaven.
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