They Will Hear The Name, and Think of Me.

Time is preciously wasted with the fleeting ticks from the clock.

The hands spin across the face, non-forgiving.

Why do we age? Why do we live? Why are we here?

 

Get onto your feet, out of bed, off the seat.

Live it day by day. Act as if it’s judgment day.

 

How does it matter to you, who are you accountable to?

Morals, dogma and truth.

A mixture all in the brew.

 

More time than money, yet the time is still not enough.

What can I get done, here, in my place?

Have to get a grip, have to take the risk.

 

This life of mine is on the rise.

Keeping my mind focused on the prize.

 

We age to reach our destination.

We live to hand down to the children.

We are here to give purpose.

 

On my feet now I move, no time for sloth.

Weeks pass on now, the doors to the kingdom insight.

 

It matter now more than ever.

I am accountable to everyone I touch.

 

My words are the bond to my creed.

I say what I mean.

 

I have more money than time, and this is still not enough.

I have accomplished much in life, what will they think?

 

I embraced the challenge, and the prize was sweet.

I have raised my life out of the ashes I created.

 

They will hear the name, and think of me.