Beneath the bell tower


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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


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