I came across a poem years ago about time. It started off by saying that the clock of life is wound but once-- meaning we only have a certain amount of time here on earth. Once time is gone, it is gone. It can't be repeated. We call it back. We can't go back and regain it. One man told me it is the stuff that life is made up of.
So the question is-- what are you doing with the time that you have been given here on earth? Time is a gift, are you using it wisely? What are you doing with the time the Lord has given you? The most important thing you should do is use it to get your eternal soul right with the Lord. Don't let time slip away and come to the end of your time and discover that you have neglected the most important thing-- the salvation of your soul.
The Bible tells us to redeem the time. That means take full advantage of it. It also means to take full advantage of it now while you have it. You aren't promised that you will have tomorrow. You aren't promised that your time won't run out today. You and I don't know that. One day our time is going to run out, we just don't know when. Jesus told us that our time of departure is always at hand.
Your time for departure from this life could come anytime. It could come today. It could come tomorrow. There is one thing for sure-- it will come. Are you ready when it does? Have you made preparation for what happens when it comes to an end here? Have you taken advantage of the time you have to get your affairs in order-- namely your soul?
Have a great day. Are you using your time wisely by making sure it is well with your soul when your time on earth is up?
"The Clock"
“The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in "Tomorrow,"
For the Clock may then be still.”
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in "Tomorrow,"
For the Clock may then be still.”
-- Robert H. Smith
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