Sonnet: Time Is Short

I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down; I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way; I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown; I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day. I must swim ashore before the flood comes; I must build house on ground that is hard rock; When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps; How long can ships be stationed in their dock? I must store food for winter is not far; I must work hard for harvest to be good; I must prepare with devils for a war; To forget my Savior, my heart, how could? The Heaven’s gates will not be open long! 'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.