I saw the old thief, Father Time, came hirpling down the road,
He had a sack upon his back; Lost minutes were his load,
He opened it and showed to me, Not minutes, but a host,
Of years, decades a century Or more of minutes lost,
“I want to buy a year,” I said, “And I shall pay you well.”
“If this Earth’s mold were the finest gold, to you I would not sell,
For I have minutes stolen from Kings, From Milton, Shakespeare and Bach,
How could you buy such precious things, Your common gold is trash?”
He tied his sack and said, “Farewell, young man, I have got my fee.”
For while I tried to make him sell; He stole an hour from me.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, NIV)
Nowhere do these verses say a time to waste.
Prayer- Lord, help us reclaim our time and put it to a better use. Amen.