So eas'ly do our grains of sand
Flow through the narrow pass
To quickly fill the bottom globe
Of our life's hourglass.
We cannot slow the rapid flow,
The grains move much too fast,
It seems before life's e're begun
Our time has quickly passed.
Inscribed on ev'ry grain of sand
Are deeds of life lived here;
What we've done with time bestowed
Will be recorded there.
Everything we've done for Christ,
Every kindly deed,
Is etched upon each grain of sand.
How will our journal read?
We only have one life to live,
How quickly time will flee,
What will each grain of sand disclose?
What will they say 'bout me?
"Show me, O LORD , my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life” (Psalm 39:4).
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
For permission to use, please contact: Ljstevenson1@juno.com
FAMILY MUSIC RESOURCES: www.MaryRiceHopkins.com
About Me
- LINDA
- I was born in the naval port of Norfolk, Virginia, the daughter of a US Navy Master Chief. With the exception of 1 year living in Boston, Mass.,and two years in Hanau, Germany, I have lived in the historic state of Virginia all my life. I now reside in the beautiful Roanoke Valley. Though raised in a Christian home, I was in my early 20’s before making a commitment of my life to Christ. Since then I have spent many years in full-time ministry. I am currently employed as an accountant with a Christian child care center in Roanoke and also serve as the Office Manager and Scheduling Coordinator for singer and songwriter Mary Rice Hopkins who resides in California.
