Early in this journey of life you think you have plenty of time time to go places, see people, do things then a flat tire needs patching, there’s rust in the pipes, That chassis could use some duct tape, your engine is faulty. Open heart surgery is the only remedy the surgeon says, but not an option for you, things are unfixable, your plenty of time is running out. When the wheels begin to come off, this journey of life begins to shift from thoughts of this side of heaven to what lies beyond, to the One who numbers the stars and calls them each by name and who knows the day my warranty expires.
