The Clock Of Life Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.

From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.

Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.

Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.

Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.

It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.

Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.

He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.

For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.

Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.

Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.

When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?

Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.

Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.