Time, like ever slipping sands
Like trying to hold water in your hands
So much to do yet so little time
It drives me nearly out of my mind
Twenty four hours in each day
Yet how many are wasted away
So much work needs to be done
Even more to do for the Risen Son
What should I do with this hour?
So much can be done, do I have the power?
In this world I must do my job
Taking the Lords time, my heart sobs
Work unto the Lord and not man
But I must work both with these hands
Witnessing and doing the Lord’s service
Limited time makes it seem hopeless
Eight hours my body needs to rest
Then another eight puts body to test
The other eight is for family and friends
As my time here slowly winds to its end
I need to put You in all of my days
Teach me Lord to walk more in Your way
As my life slips through the hourglass
Help make You my first and my last
Spirit guide me to manage my hours
Give me wisdom to overcome this tower
Show me to seek You in all that I do
To dedicate every second to glorify You
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General Submissions JEWEL CHEST
There you are Christian, so good to see you on again. You must have been reading my mind with this poem and i'm sure it will apply to many. It is written so well and from the heart and speaking of the heart., He's there and He will reflect through no matter the time or what the day brings.
