Moments mirror a locomotive
Moving swiftly upon the rail
Or a ship of war upon the sea
Gliding by wind and sail

They are ever racing forward
To meet the end of day
Even there they do not rest
Till they have met the grave

Then the many traveled miles
Will become but a faded scene
Then for forgiveness you did or did not give
You will never have the chance again

The moments will always quickly flee
Carrying us closer to that time of rest
When we can no more speak or do
Because our heart lies still within our chest

James 4:14
.........You are a mist that appears for a little while
and then vanishes away.