I am not the One
to be remembered for all time.
Forgettable, unmentionable, erased from all minds.
My life is but a series
Of moments left unspoken.
Forgotten.
Unmemorable.
But noticed all the time.
By One who sees things all
And wants them for His own
And seeks to teach the world
All the lessons yet unknown.
His praise and commendation do not come until the end
Whence we wait upon His judgment
To determine our own end.
Yet his grace and admonition
Prevail for some and mend
Cost ever more his blood
For which He was sent
But His presence ever wanting
Both before and after time.
Until the break of dawn
On that awaited day
I'll seek His face remembering
That my time is for His sake.
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