Stock-take

Where did time go?

Is it half the year already?

What have I done?

What have I not done?

Suddenly, it is stock-take time.

And I fear to be found wanting.

Lord, where can I run?

Where can I hide?

If I were to go to the highest place, you are there.

The deepest gulley cannot shield me.

I fear to be found wanting.

Lord, let me not be found wanting, fallen short.