Time Is Short

Sitting at the kitchen table she blurts out, “time is short”, and again I know I hear the truth for the hour we are living in. An experience comes to mind when I was awakened abruptly out of a sound sleep by the Lord’s voice clearly saying, “time, what are you doing with your time!” My life has never looked the same since, in spite of the questions put to me. I know there is but one purpose for my time; I am to pray, share love and witness to as many as possible. It’s a full time job, changing day to day for what that looks like. Some listen, most think up excuses not to hear.

The Lord:

Psalm 39:4-5 (ESV) O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath!  

The World:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say. *

*Lyrics by Pink Floyd, Time

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