Get up, get going.
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.
What's done is done
It's all in the past.
We're chasing after things
That we know will never last.
What's here today
May be gone tomorrow.
Time cannot be bought
Nor borrowed.
So why do we devote it
To meaningless things
And forget to thank God
For each blessing He brings?
Why do we waste time in gossip
About one another
And fail to lend a hand
to our sister or our brother?
How can we be too busy
To silently pray
But have time to tell Facebook
All about our day?
Are we losing sight
Of what life is about?
What went wrong
To cause many to doubt?
Here's a humbling thought
That may cause a fuss;
We were made for HIM.
Not He for us.
Live a life of purpose
Throughout all your days.
Seek God in all you do,
Turn your blessings into praise.
Be His hands and feet
To do the work He has for you.
Be a light in this dark world
And let it shine all through.
Get up get going,
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.©
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
Get up, get going.
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.
What's done is done
It's all in the past.
We're chasing after things
That we know will never last.
What's here today
May be gone tomorrow.
Time cannot be bought
Nor borrowed.
So why do we devote it
To meaningless things
And forget to thank God
For each blessing He brings?
Why do we waste time in gossip
About one another
And fail to lend a hand
to our sister or our brother?
How can we be too busy
To silently pray
But have time to tell Facebook
All about our day?
Are we losing sight
Of what life is about?
What went wrong
To cause many to doubt?
Here's a humbling thought
That may cause a fuss;
We were made for HIM.
Not He for us.
Live a life of purpose
Throughout all your days.
Seek God in all you do,
Turn your blessings into praise.
Be His hands and feet
To do the work He has for you.
Be a light in this dark world
And let it shine all through.
Get up get going,
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.©
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