Poetry

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the clock of life line keeps ticking.
Do I think God approves of my lackadaisical thinking?
How can I believe my Lord Jesus conceives I'm doing well?
When I can't get out of my head, that life is a carousel.
A ride consisted of dreaming, dreaming my life away.
How dare I? God alone decides who will enter on judgement day.
So I stand, shaking in my boots, at the time I have wasted.
My only hope is Jesus Christ for Heaven to be tasted.
I'm so sorry for the things I've done, You gave Your life for mine.
So I could have the privilege of being in Your blood line.

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