Reflections

Jake - 1963

of my Soul

My Poetry and Deepest Thoughts in prose and Writing


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LIfe's Clock

I've heard Life's Clock is wound but once,
that no one has the power..
of knowing when the clock will stop,
At a Late or an Early Hour.

So take the Time To Be your best,
For others and for God..
For long's the night of Slumber's Rest
` Our Acts, the foot prints in Life's Sod.

Be kind to others, and show them Love,
For God gave us His Best..
We've learned the Way from Him Above
And through Him find Eternal Rest.

For what we do on Mortal soil,
Is recorded up above...
Forgiveness and Love is Godly toil
And will reward us with Godly Love.

And when that Clock is still at last,
And our Testament is sealed,
We must face our recorded past
as before Him all's revealed.

Take Time to love and to forgive..
For Time is running out..
Do what's Right while you still live,
For that's what life's about.

And so Life's Clock is wound but once,
and can stop at any hour...
knowing when the clock will stop,
Is not man's vested power.

Be Kind and Loving and never Fail
To tell a loved one that you care..
God's Love will always for you prevail..
When your Actions become a Prayer.

Ken Jaccard
(c) December 28, 1997
All Rights Reserved

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"Life's Clock" was written, with the poem, "The Clock of Life" (shown below) in mind, which my Grandmother had hanging on her wall many years ago, when I was a boy... my intention was not to copy or plagiarize it, but to honor it by giving my own deep thoughts and feelings about the shortness of life and the necessity to get Right with God before our time on earth is over.

!! Keep in mind that the use of the following poem which is copyrighted
must be secured by it's custodian - I can't give this permission. !!

The Clock of Life

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.

The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in "Tomorrow,"
For the Clock may then be still.

Author, The Clock of Life
by Robert H. Smith, copyright 1932, 1982

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