Clocks

Did you ever wish there were no clocks? Are you tired of being controlled by this mechanism? I recently took down the big clock on my wall and replaced it with a pretty picture. I still have a small digital clock, but I don’t look at it as often, and I’m glad. God created time, but He lives outside it. Figure that one out. How does He intend for us to use our time? Here are my questions in a poem I wrote back when I was working and very busy.

Time …

God’s clock or man’s?

Who decides on its divisions?

When does night end …

Or day begin?

Can I speed it along?

Can I slow it down?

Does everything fit …

Within the schedule?

People or projects?

Numbers or needy hearts?

Does time weigh things in the balances

And find them wanting?

Or do I weigh time …

And make it balance properly?

Must it be my enemy …

A cruel tyrant to the end?

Or can I cultivate its friendship?

Teach me, Lord,

To use it as a tool …

A measuring device …

For Your purposes.

I like the little phrase in Psalm 31:15 where it simply says: “My times are in Your hand.” Isn’t that the safest place?