Dear Lord,

I cannot allow time to slip away.

I need to write my friends and my family;

I’ll do it today!

For if I don’t write,

I will become a stranger of the past.

So I must make contact,

because these times don’t last.

I must make more time for the Lord,

yes much more!

He created me;

this I cannot afford to ignore.

So I must bring this poem to a close;

what else can I do?

I have folks to write to

and I need to pray for me and for you!

Amen!

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Reference: O Lord, You are our Father; We are
the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the
work of Your hand.              ( Isaiah 64:8 )