TIME, GOING, GOING...
One of our favorite pieces of poetry
is an inscription on the door of a
grandfather clock in Chester Cathedral...
"When, as a child, I laughed and wept,
Time crept.
When, as a youth, I dreamed and talked,
Time walked.
When I became a full grown man,
Time ran.
And later, as I older grew,
Time flew.
Soon I shall find, while traveling on,
Time gone.
Will Christ have saved my soul by then?
Amen."
Now then, what shall we do...with the
time we have remaining?
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