No one knows the time our lives will end
Just as no one decided when we are conceived
We are born to fulfill God’s will
And not here to satisfy our worldly fill
.
The clock is ticking, what will you do?
To do God’s work and walk through
The pain and suffering that we see
Till Jesus comes and make a home in thee
Or will you float on thinking things improve
By your efforts as you try to prove
That you are the greatest and you can choose
Which direction you go and can never lose
MARYANN BOSAH 