Into the last month

Tomorrow, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.

The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
Oh, make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light;
Lest life’s young golden beams should die,
In sudden endless night.



Posted on November 30, 2016, in Christian Life, Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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