The clock is ticking on the wall.
The second hand is turning.
What is the meaning of it all?
My heart is filled with yearning.
Have I done the things I ought
And not the things I wanted?
What of the treasures I have sought
And the deeds much vaunted?
Is my life a thing of joy,
Full of worth and merit?
Though it is marred with sin’s alloy
I know that I’ll inherit!
My Saviour gave his life for me,
There is no condemnation.
There’s beauty for my eyes to see
And hope in contemplation!
The clock is ticking on the wall.
The second hand is turning.
There is a meaning to it all
For me to be discerning!
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