I HEAR THE CLOCK TICKINGWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
The silence of house was interrupted by a sound The clock loudly ticked as second hand moved around Time was slipping away, minute by minute, day by day I could do nothing to keep time at bayWhere did those 18,980 days of my 52 years go I started searching high and low After many days seeking, I concluded at last Those days, weeks, months and years were in my past How many more days do I have to live It is in God's hands, my breath He does give The past is behind me, tomorrow I may not see My future is in Jesus' hands, He holds key
| | MARTHA MEMORIAL HAS A STEEPLEWritten by Irvin l. Rozier
Martha Memorial Has A Steeple A special little white church sits on a hill I've often sat on steps, it was peaceful and still By porch was a bell, donated by some people All church needed was a beautiful steeple Many times I mowed cemetery grass I saw people in cars, trucks, and tractors pass By this sacred church built by man's hands Firmly planted on solid rock it stands
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