To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Am i right with God this day? Do i spend the time with Him daily seeking out His kingdom instead of mine. I'd like to say yes everyday, but i'm working on it. Thank God for His gentle reminders every now and again.
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