The rapid rolling of the seasons brings a constant call for reevaluation-- at every juncture, may I choose You. At every crossroads, may I follow You. Every time I pack up boxes and sort through belongings, dubbing some worthy to keep and some worthless, may I leave behind a little more of me and carry forward You, more purified in my understanding. You, less diluted by all the extra. You, a little clearer and closer and dearer to my heart than ever before. You are all that is worth keeping, all that is worth carrying, all that is worth clinging to from here into forever.
Only one life,
'Twill soon be past;
Only what's done
For Christ will last.
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