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.

If I had a box just for wishes,
and dreams that had never come true,
The box would be empty except for the memory of
how they were answered by you.

Leader: I went out, Lord. Men were coming and going, walking, and running.

People: Everything was rushing: cars, trucks, the street, the whole town. Men were rushing not to waste time. They were rushing after time, to catch up with time. To gain time.

Leader: Good-bye, Sir, excuse me, I haven't time. I'll come back, I can't wait, I Haven't time I
must end this letter--I haven't time. I'd love to help you, but I haven't time. I can't accept, having no time. I can't think, I can't read, I'm swamped, I haven't time. I'd like to pray, but I haven't time.

People: You understand, Lord, they simply haven't the time.
The child is playing, he hasn't time right now... Later on...
The schoolboy has his homework to do, he hasn't time... Later on...
The student has his courses, and so much work... later on...
The young man is at his sports, he hasn't time... Later on...
The Young married man has his new house; he has to fix it up. He hasn't time... Later on...

Leader: The grandparents have their grandchildren. They haven't time... Later on...
They are ill, they have their treatments, they haven't time... later on...
They are dying, they have no.......
Too Late! They Have No More TIME!

And so all men run after time, Lord, they pass through life running hurried, jostled, overburdened, frantic, and they never get there. They haven't time. In spite of all their efforts their still short of time, of a great deal of time. Lord, you must have made a mistake in your calculations, there is a big mistake somewhere. The hours are too short, the days are too short, our lives are too short.

You who are beyond time, Lord, you smile to see us fighting it, and you know what you are doing.

You make no mistakes in your distribution of time to men. You give each one time to do what you want him to do. But we must not lose time, waste time, kill time, all the time is a gift that you give us, but a perishable gift, a gift that does not keep. Lord, I have time, I have plenty of time, all the time that you give me, the years of my life, the days of my years, the hours of my days, they are all mine. Mine to fill, quietly, calmly, but to fill completely, up to the brim, to offer them to you, that of their insipid water you may make a rich wine such as you made once in Cana of Galilee. I am not asking you today, lord, for time to do this and then that,(and)(not but) your grace to do
conscientiously, in the time that you give me, what you want me to do.

Created by steve. Last Modification: Saturday 28 of August, 2021 13:11:10 EDT by steve.