The Bible says, ‘To every thing there is a time’,
To every season, there is a rhyme.
Time goes on with a relentless pace,
Our lives are spent before we erase,
Those dark secrets of the mind,
Those secrets we want to leave behind.
Time is a Product from days of old,
But time, a commodity, can’t be sold.
Yet, each of us has so many days,
We cannot add to this life’s maze.
To buy one hour may be our goal,
Yet, it’s the truth, no time is sold.
To the human race, much time is given,
For each to choose by what he’s driven.
Our misused time is gone forever,
But well used time is wasted never.
We must use our time helping others,
Bringing light and joy to all our brothers.
-Richard Hosea
