There is a clock hanging on the wall
It seems secure so as not to fall.
The numbered dial is filled with light
The pendulum swings left and right.
The hours are marked by a chime
And the Tics Tocs come right on time.
It's true purpose lost, all's not well
There are no hands, the time to tell!
There is a Christian, living the life
Standing for God, no matter the strife,
Setting an example, honest and true
Loving and serving as best he can do.
Faithful in attendance, tithes and prayer
seems to self and the world, doing his share,
His purpose as the clock's, is lost in life
If he's not at his best, winning souls to Christ.
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