Render this time as sacred
More precious than gold
Render this time as valuable
A Life was sold

I speak of this time that I'd so easily trade
For that which is temporary
And those that so easily fade
This time that should be priceless
Because it was bought
And given to me

I want this time to be
More than just part of the routine
More than something to foresee
More than a task of that never-ending to do list.

I call the Giver of this time my Lord
But all the time for the mundane, I hoard
I see lordship but not for Him
I see lordship for me and to me
Selfishness at its epitome

So I bow my sorry head
Sorry for the life I've led
Where I chose to spend this time
All for me
When my God was not the priority

Grace, oh, grace I ask
From this time on
I choose to spend this time in light of eternity