Remember how short my time is. Ps.89:47.

Running Out Of Time

My ‘threescore years and ten’ are past.
Memories glad and sad
surge into my consciousness.
They have their place, but
what’s round the corner’s now my exercise :
To be what I should be
in what’s before
to be of Kingdom use
while breath remains.
O, remember how short my time is, Lord !
And help me !