This moment is a precious gift,
Used only once and it shall stray.
By time’s unforgiving rift,
Seperated, gone away.
In this life each breath hold dear,
For ne’er shall is come back again.
Keep purpose close and reason near,
Living life, now is the “when.”
Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Flying by they disappear.
Deliberately in godly ways
Walk this life in righteous cheer.
by Kevin Phillips