Controlling Time

I often am thinking about time,
And how it is committing crime;
Stealing precious moments away.

And as it just goes and lays waste,
When we find ourselves in haste;
Doing something leading us astray.

When in the military you deliberate,
Always having to hurry up and wait;
Nearly seems as each and every day.

Just like days you are laying in bed,
Since you feel rather lazy instead;
Of using it in some productive way.

Just like the child arrogant and rude,
That is having such a poor attitude;
Sitting with a computer game to play.

Do you think that God is pleased?
Or possibly He has been appeased?
Maybe it would be better of you pray.

With our time we are in control,
How we use it affects our soul;
Giving God time to love and obey.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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