©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved
Time in a Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day ’til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with.
What is TIME? It’s a noun; it’s a verb. It’s an object; it’s usable.
You can’t do without it; it’s there whether you want it or not.
You can spend it; you can waste it. You can ignore it.
But it is there all the time.
What is TIME? It is abstract, immaterial; a concept.
A clock can keep it; it can run out; it stood still once.
It has an end; it can tell; it only knows.
But you can’t hold it in your hands
You can’t really buy more
You can belong to it
You can’t give it away
It ends when the clock runs out…
Tick tock, tick tock, they all fall down.
TIME was made for humankind by God.
How else could humanity measure life and works?
God created heaven and earth and all that was in them.
After the fall in the Garden of Eden, God imparted a concept
Upon humanity; it was called time. A time for hope, a time for love…
In other words, He clocked us. Perhaps to enable us to see reality?
Appreciate life more? Make better choices with the time we have?
He gave us a concept…we didn’t grasp the Garden of Eden.
We abused it and walked naked, without thought or care.
We chose to go our own way, envision our own thoughts,
Believe our own creed, live as our own gods.
So he put a governor upon us, to ever remind us of our beginning.
TIME is a concept to show us the way back to God.
God is eternal. We are eternal also but sin split us in two.
That’s when TIME began, for us to work our way back home.
Physical death is our end of TIME; we rejoin eternity with God.
One in the Father, by the Father, and with the Father.
At His designated moment, time will be no more.
All creation awaits that moment. It moans and groans as we do.
We’ve wandered far too long as self-willed creatures.
It’s TIME to go home!
[Wandering thoughts about TIME. These are thoughts only!]