Lord, our world is limited by time,
dated by years those ahead – those behind.
Not all life is spent the same,
a lifetime average society claims.
So the young expect they will grow old,
the old grow up the young to scold,
for wasting what they can't replace,
the idle time spent forever erased.
So make this world's gift of time worthwhile,
without wasting even one precious mile,
never wondering how it might have been,
if time had really been a continuous friend.
Ecclesiastes 11:6 “Sow your seed in the
morning, and at evening let not your hands
be idle, for you do not know which will
succeed, whether this or that, or whether
both will do equally well”