His Name Is Time

“His Name Is Time”

I look at Time and he stares me blank in the face.
Like a predator waiting to pounce.
Irrationally, I sometimes fear him.
Time makes things mean more, or meaningless.
Time is the director of our existence.
He is also a gift; a bringer of good tidings.

If you use him to your advantage, 
The world says you are a successful being.
When time is misused, the world throws a fit.

At a young age, you believe Time is your friend.
You soon grow to an aversion
A repugnance, toward his demands.
The more you get to know him, 
The more a burden he becomes.
When sadness enters your life, 
he is your worst nightmare.

Time can change your soul.  
His grip runs deep
You can’t hide from him.

There is a way to manage him though. 
He compliments those who use him for good.
Those who share him with others, 
instead of trying to hoard him for themselves.
They are rewarded with gifts of life and soul.

Take your Time to work, you get paid!
Take your Time to church, get saved! 
Take Time to the hungry, you are filled!

Take him to your friends, you’re thrilled!

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