Time Flies

The longer as the day we live...The shorter every year...
And by the fastness of our pace...Eternity draws near...
When we are babies,life is slow...we suck our little thumbs
...While just this moment matters,and...Tomorrow never
comes...And then we start our childhood and...Tomor-
row is a day...that does not bother us,and yet...Is not too
far away...But after while the minutes run...The hours
seem to fly...And calendars record the months...That sud-
denly slip by...And so as time is running and...No clock
will ever wait...Let us pursue the way of God...Before
it is too late.

James J. Metcalfe


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