By Ralph Ramsay
There is a little spring fed brook
Where as kids we used to play
It flows into the ocean
That kicks up its salty spray
It’s likely run for centuries now
And been seen by many eyes
No one can explain the reason
Nobody even tries
Mixed in with the vast ocean
It’s never seen again
Like the dew that falls upon the ground
And as earth consumes the rain
But perhaps it has a lesson for us
If we only take a look
And maybe see it clearly
If we look in God’s own Book
You see the brook has a beginning
And it also has an end
Flowing down its winding path
A limited time to spend
Is this not just like life itself
As God’s own Word does say
We are only passing through
We are not here to stay
So a little word of wisdom
As we dwell upon this sod
Take heed to the Holy Bible
And prepare to meet thy God
For we have sinned against Him
And disgraced His Holy Name
In spite of all excuses
We still bear all the blame
So in ourselves there is no hope
No not to even one
But God has offered pardon
In the giving of His Son
Into this sin cursed world He came
His body was prepared
He bore on the cross the price for sin
So that our souls be spared
So if this should dawn upon you
And your sins are brought to mind
Remember only in God’s Son
Forgiveness you will find
The little brook is running fast
Life is much the same
So repent from sin and trust in Christ
We plead in God’s own Name
For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. James 4:14
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
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