The clock’s undaunted rhythm measures time;
How fast the precious moments ever fleet!
The clanging of another hour’s chime
Tells of three thousand souls that ever sleep.
O, but if only one had cared to tell
Those souls of how a Savior died in love!
Instead, for those who morn and cry in hell,
In victr’y they might live with God above.
The clock’s undaunted rhythm carries on;
The seconds and the minutes know not rest.
O Christian, will you tell of Christ the Son?
Procrastination never more molest!
As time continues, I will shout, proclaim
To all the world Christ’s holy, saving name!
Copyright Miriam Rainwater, March 10, 2005
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