Time Is a Grace

Time is a grace oft poorly stewarded; Seems to many to have no end. And so it is spent like inflated money And gone from the profligate spender. But tally time comes to all who breathe When the last breath is exhaled And the One who was nailed To that tree and rose again For every purchase ever made. Time, indeed, will run out And the Judge whom none may flout Will call all to give an answer – Not to sweet Dancer and Prancer, Nor even to Santa Claus himself – But to the One whose glory Santa Sometimes shades, unwittingly of course. Thank God for the time He has given! Don’t waste a minute of it on regrets; Press on with thanksgiving for forgiveness. Walk in His power by His Spirit Who lives and moves in His Church, Yet unbounded by its walls. Yes time is a very special grace Keep a pace and stay in the race.

1630 on 3 Dec., 2021