When

In the beginning,

you created time, moments

given to live in.

Our time’s not our own.

Although you made us with all

the time in the world,

the little we find

we keep tightly wound as though

we make time for you.

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2 Responses to When

  1. Ken Ranos says:

    Wow… that is pretty obnoxious of us to “make time” for God in our “busy” day when God spent all the time in the world on us.

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