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Don't Waste Time
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Don't Waste Time

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We all have need to pay lifeís dues

We owe to God above

Yet some in truth will still abuse

The time He gives in love

All timeís a gift the Father gives

Freely to spend as planned

Each span through which a servant lives

Is in the Masterís hand

Time from God each day we borrow

Serving Him pays the rent

Who on earth can claim tomorrow?

When todayís been misspent

Those who truly Christ have tasted

Young, old, or in oneís prime

Know it well that nought is wasted

Be it love, be it time

Even to Christ time was handed

Three and thirty years lent

Three of which as God commanded††††††††† Mal.3:8-10

Gave He freely ten percent

Three years serving God Jehovah††††††††††††††† Jn.17:4

Healing, teaching through this time

Soon on earth His time was over

Christ was taken in His prime

Time and life we need to treasure

He who died knows well the cost

God gives each an unknown measure

Once exhausted always lost

Who can count on their tomorrow?

Who yet bothers time to pray?

Not for them eternal sorrow

Who to God gives their today.....


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Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011

Last Updated: Friday, July 22, 2011

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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