Father Time

FATHER TIME I am an isle upon an endless sea, I am an eclipse of eternity. I keep my pace and stopped I cannot be. You measure me in seconds, minutes, days, And yet you have no wisdom nor no ways To rush me or to slow my steady pace. You work by me, you watch my hands that pass Upon your watch or clock so very fast. And yet you somehow think that I will last. You have remorse o’er days that now are gone, You plan for days that yet are coming on, Yet now is here, what do you stand upon? I will not always your friend faithful be, For you must leave my isle for that sea Where you will spend for all eternity. What have you done with God while you had time? Some day I’ll flee from you and you will find A new dimension--happy or unkind. It all depends on what you’ve done in life With time you had to trust in Jesus Christ.