Time

We think of time as endless
Of years and years ahead
We think we'll go forever
Our book of life unread.

In youth, we played with life,
We dared it to be real,
We laughed and did whate'er we pleased,
Took life as no big deal.

Then maturity comes along,
We still think life owes us,
"God? I'll think of Him someday,
Have to run to catch a bus!"

There is so much we'd like to do,
But think, "Not now, no time,"
A kindness that we might have shown,
An easing of a mind.

We think, "When I get older,
I'll have more time to spend."
But time cannot be bought and saved,
It soon comes to an end.

And then the clock stops ticking,
And we're afraid to die,
We cry to God, so sorry then,
That we have passed Him by.

We ask Him to forgive us,
For all our many crimes,
His eyes are sad, He's crying now,
"I'm sorry, there's no time."
- 1980