Thursday, August 21, 2008
The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power to tell just when
the hands will stop at late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed.
To lose one's health is more.
To lose one's soul is such a loss that
no man can restore.
51 people died while you read this short poem.
Sooner or later you will find yourself in the hands
of the living God.
Are you ready???
... Blessed are the dead which die in the LORD ... Revelation 14:13