Time Spent - Poem by Timothy Branch
Pursuing what is true one can't help to find truth.
Hoping for what is good bears fruit of goodness.
Living by faith because everything I have, hope, imagine to have or keep depends on it.
Serving others like I desire to be served.
Giving cheerfully because I am grateful for the increase others receive from my doing so.
Valuing and redeeming the gift of time helps me to spend it not wasting yours or my time.
Living without regret, worry, or fret keeps dark tinted hairs to remain that way.
I reflect on these ways that please me and find no other ways to spend my time these days.
When the balance of my days have expire, I will rejoice that my time spent did matter.
The measure thereof to things that matter is whether the fruit of my days live beyond my last chest rise and fall.
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