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Created on: May 26, 2008
A time to seek, a time to find,
A time that Christ should be on our minds.
A time to live and a time to die,
Even though God takes it in stride.
A time to work and a time to play,
There comes a time when we will stray.
A time to rejoice and a time to cry,
As we see our loved ones pass on by.
A time to wake out of sleep,
A time to make our thoughts about life real deep.
Now is the time to live for Christ,
So that we can have eternal life.
A deeper thought of the word of God,
Will always keep our feet ready and shod,
With the preparation that will take flight,
So death won't be our eternal plight.
Now is the time for sincere commitment,
To the one who has kept the everlasting covenant.
To walk in the way and life of Christ,
So the Holy Spirit can anoint us thrice.
Anoint us once, twice and once again,
So that we can now begin,
The work that He has called us to do,
In the world so others can be renewed,
To the body of Christ hanging on the cross,
So that many young people will not be lost.
Now is the time to fast and pray,
For souls to come to Christ every day.
To be in the fellowship of His agape love,
As we seek a home that is above.
We will live for Him through thick and thin,
To show Him how we can win over sin.
Now is the time not to be sublime,
But to keep our lives as a sign,
Of a covenant we made to Him today,
To win souls to the Lord now and always.
Now is the time for true dedication,
And give to God a life of meditation,
Upon His word with literal action,
For faith without works is a distraction.
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