The transient way of time with it’s fleeting moments past,
For the moment seems to drag, but looking back it seems so fast.
Farewells are said too often for those we’ve come to know,
For with time comes reasons we must leave for the ways that we must go.
There’ll soon come a time when time will cease, for sin will be defeated,
And the temporary life we’ve lived will gladly be completed.
And those who labored for this time will have no sad farewell,
But who they’ll be I do not know, but eternity will tell.
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