We all have need to pay our dues
We owe The Lord above
Yet some in truth will still abuse
The time He gives in love
All time’s a gift the Father gives-
Each child to spend as planned
The span through which a servant lives
Is in the Master’s hand
Time each day from God we borrow
Serving Him just pays the rent
Now which of us can claim tomorrow?
When today has been misspent
Those who truly Christ have tasted
Whether old or in our prime
Know too well that nought is wasted
Be it love or be it time
To even Christ time was handed
Three and thirty years was lent
Three of which as God commanded Mal.3: 8-10
Gave He freely ten percent
Three years serving God Jehovah Jn.17: 4
Healing, teaching through this time
Soon on earth His life was over
Christ was taken in His prime
Thus God’s time we need to treasure
He who died knows what it cost
God gives each an unknown measure
Once it’s spent forever lost
Who can count on their tomorrow?
Who yet bothers time to pray?
Not for them eternal sorrow
Who to God gives their today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem