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Time seems to slip away these days,
Like the chimes of the clock I so often miss,
Though I live beneath the bell tower;
Each hour sounds, way high up above my head,
And I feel the precious seconds wasted,
Like burning holes that shatter thoughts;
What, in two decades, have I done?
Small contributions indeed,
In a world that’s slowly dying.
I feel the wearing down of minutes,
See days never to be won back again,
But then I consider all You have done,
And cease to dwell on my own poor offering;
You expect so little, yet give so much
And this time that slips so quickly by,
Can only bring me closer to Your throne.
~ Ilana Reimer