In countless childhoods all the same
A voice rolls forth with power sublime.
It calls to us in our springtime.
Remember Him from Whom you came.
Through youth the vicious seeds are sown
In name of light and playful mirth.
They sprout up in a cold, hard earth.
Remember you are not your own.
So what if I the world befriend?
We ’re young but once and life is sweet.
So much to do. So much to meet.
Remember life will swiftly end.
Time’s flow runs out like some short song.
We all shall reap what we have sown,
When standing at the Judges throne.
Remember God when you are young.