The
day is approaching when Christ shall return:
The
trumpet shall sound, and we’ll hear our Lord’s voice. Though mockers still mock and the arrogant spurn,
They’re wasting their time, but they’re given that choice.
The
choices we have, in the simplest of terms,
Are
found in the way that we spend precious time For either the things that are fed to the worms
Or things that the Lord will commend as sublime.
May
God find us faithfully serving and wise,
Attending
to things that He told us to do, That we may be pleasing in His holy eyes,
Aware that our days here are precious and few.
The
Lord gave us gifts that He put in our power
To
use for His glory and care for His sheep, So how shall we answer our Lord in that hour
When we should be working, if we’re found asleep?
We
ought to invest in the things that will last
And
wisely be working to see our Lord smile.
Our days here are fleeting, they soon will be passed;
May we be redeeming the time without guile.
O
Lord, we give thanks for the gifts that You give
With
which we may fruitfully serve You today.
We would not be slothful, but heartily live
By grace which has saved us, thus put on display.
We
thank You, O Lord, for this honor You gave,
Which
we understand does not earn our salvation, But demonstrates rather that those whom You save
Are living examples of Your new creation.
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