"Time"

They say a New York minute,

And sing ‘bout Tulsa time,

They throw back to the good old days,

And act like they were fine.

High time we recognized it,

That third time is the charm,

We know in the long run,

It’s slower on the farm.

Time flies and spends and goes on,

But then it can run out,

Some like Daylight Savings,

And others don’t, no doubt.

We’ll plan to do it next time,

If there is time to spare,

Hope we do it sometime,

So timeless we don’t care.

And now this time, the umpteenth,

Came sooner than we thought,

And if we budget harder,

Maybe some time we bought.

They really took their own sweet time,

Or gave time willingly,

Some like there’s no tomorrow,

That’s how they choose to be.

Sometimes counting seconds,

Minutes, hours, days,

Weeks and months and decades,

Years and years- always.

Time seems to go faster,

The more of it is spent,

And when you’re getting older,

You wonder where it went.

Yes, we tried to save it,

But it’s gone anyway,

One thing is for certain,

Can’t regain a single day.

But most of all we live it,

For better or for worse,

Sometime we feel the blessing,

And other times the curse.

One day time will be over,

The One who made the day,

Will end it all forever,

And to His children say,

Welcome home, My daughters,

And welcome, every son,

You put your faith in Jesus,

And now your journey’s done.

“Teach us to realize the brevity of life, that we may grow in wisdom…” (Psalm 90:12, NLT)

The brevity of life- no one thinks about it until they’re old or sick or someone close to them dies. Maybe it’s a child killed in a car accident. Maybe a teenager who commits suicide. Nine-eleven did it. There were lots of stories about people who got up that morning, had breakfast, kissed their family good-bye, and went off to work like any morning. Then, hell happened and they were gone. Just like that. The Covid-19 Corona virus has done it, too. Sick and dying people, most of whom we did not know but felt like we did. We knew it could have been us. But we didn’t get sick, not yet at least, and we did not die. But we will. Everyone of us, unless Jesus interrupts history before we do. He could come back at any time they say. I don’t really know. But either way, this life will be over sooner than we think. Life’s brevity is something God wants to show us so that we make it count. We do that by surrendering control to the One who made the whole thing and knows how to lead us through it. What do we profit if we use our time to gain everything else besides what matters most?

Lord, teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Michael Dudash, cmdudash.com. Used by permission. Thanks, Michael, and God bless you.