It's Time

Imagine for a moment that someone has established for you a very unusual bank account. Each morning he has agreed to deposit $86,400. At the end of each day whatever you have not spent will be forfeited. Would you not be diligent to see to it that every penny of that account was withdrawn and properly spent? Would you allow any of it to expire unredeemed? You have such an account. For God has given you 86,400 precious and irreplaceable seconds in this day. Whatever is not used will expire and can never be reclaimed. Seize each moment therefore and invest it wisely.
--Rick Grubbs

It’s Time

Who heard the first? Who’ll hear the last?
A clock mysteriously beats on past.
No mouth, no tongue, no word it speaks
For all we need are warning beats.

It screams, it cries! It begs, it pleads!
But only listening ears it feeds
For ticks and beats and dongs and chimes
Mean nought to those who love the times.

Its language beats, “Work! Pray! Fast! Weep!”
The cause of fruit that time should reap.
“It’s time… it’s time,” its echoes cry,
“To count your days before they die.”

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