The sands of time
So quickly pass
In the slender neck
Of our hour glass
Our life ahead
At two score and five
With dreams intact
We feel so alive
As life grows busy
The sand keeps beating
But we pay no thought
To the years now fleeting
We’ve known others younger
Whose sand drew still
Their premature death
Briefly testing our will
But our own life plans
We are confident yet
Will align in due time
With our diminishing grit
For surely our grains
Will continue to fall
Until the time of our choosing
Has arrived with a crawl
But when will we realize
That it’s God who allows
For the number of grains
That remain in our vials
May we refocus our thoughts
To what really will count
When the sands in our glass
Do finally run out.
Psalm 90:12 “Teach us to number our days…”
