The seasons turn, a fleeting show,
So quickly now, the changes flow.
No empty words, let silence reign,
For idle talk is all in vain.

Let’s turn our hearts to sacred text,
Where wisdom lies, a sweet repast.
Recall the truths we’ve heard before,
And lock them deep within our core.

We are but breath, a misty haze,
A fragile life in passing days.
Let actions now, with purpose ring,
And to God’s will, our choices cling.

Align your life with heavenly grace,
And seek His light in every place.
That when the final trumpet sounds,
No condemnation there abounds.

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