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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
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
This Time
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
quiet time, devotion, whatever you call it
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
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