Pitcher Perfect

The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time. For my personal use, it was only mine. A generous portion, it seemed I got. I wasted so much, I poured out a lot. Exchanged for things, not a bargain in the end. I can't get time back, it's not something I lend. My pitcher's half empty, thankfully not too late. I finally come to learn, what really satiates. Time spent with people, poured into their lives. Nourishing their spirits, makes my soul thrive. Flowers now bloom, as I walk on life's path. People are my pleasure, I smile and I laugh. Thankful for each drop, a gift from on high. Connected to a source, that never runs dry. My waters of time, are converted to wine. I give it back to God, it is no longer mine. When this life is over, I will leave this land. Off to eternity, as God takes my hand. Drakes response inspired the wine stanza.