Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
I have these rare moments when the world appears as it really is: transient. Meaning-full. Wonderful. Important. But it won’t last forever. It’s not the final stop on this journey. For as long as those moments last, I see my work and wife and marriage and everything as they really are: things to be cared for, worked hard for, grateful for. But they’re not ultimate.
Even my weaknesses. They won’t have the last say.
But those moments are usually just that. Moments. And I’m so thankful for them. I’ve found a poem that seems to capture the moment rightly. I don’t know much about the author, C.T. Studd. But it seems like he really knew about what matters. He really knew Jesus. Here’s his poem:
Only One LifeBy C.T. StuddTwo little lines I heard one day,Traveling along life’s busy…
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