In youth time's a Maybasket day,
puppydog energy in hours of play;
laughing and running...so much to pretend,
nights of serenity and days without end.
In a flash the years go cascading by,
floating on memories like clouds in the sky;
from turbulent teens to high school grad,
one turn in the mirror,…..a mom or a dad.
We grasp salvation’s brass ring on our turn,
and begin to change through scriptures we learn.
With Christ at our helm, it lessens the load,
and we let Him drive ‘cause He knows the road.
Then with life's passing obligations ensue,
harnessing that free time as children we knew.
Bound by demands to commitments we've made,
time soon eludes the plans we have laid.
Quickly come years beyond our prime,
and as our pace slows we're passed up by time;
We watch as hourglass sands fall away,
to find our tomorrow's now our today.
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