Remembrance

Ecclesiastes 12:1a "Remember your Creator in the days of your youth..."

Remember your God
O young one
Remember Him while you are strong

Remember your God
O young one
While your days are peaceful and long

Remember your God
O young one
Remember Him in the fight

Remember your God
O young one
When you leave and take your flight

Remember your God
O young one
Remember Him while you are home

Remember your God
O young one
In the days you long to roam

Remember your God
O young one
Remember Him in life's joys

Remember your God
O young one
In the midst of hell's dark ploys

Remember your God
O young one
Remember Him in your fear

Remember your God
O young one
For He is always near

Remember your God
O young one
Remember him in your youth

Remember your God
O young one
For he remembers you

~Charli Mills
June 1st 2007

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