Time Let Slip Cannot Be Recalled (Thomas Brooks/Ebible Fellowship) Poem by Molaire Jules

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

Job 9: 25

TIME is a precious talent which we are accountable for. At the great day, it will appear that those who have spent their time in mourning over sin-have done better than those who have spent their time in dancing; and those who have spent many days in pious humiliation-better than those who have spent many days in idle recreations. Ah! as time is very precious-so it is very short. Time is very swift; it is suddenly gone. The ancients emblemed time with wings, as it were, not running-but flying! Time is like the sun, which never stands still-but is continually a-running his race. The sun did once stand still-but time never did. Time is still running and flying! It is a bubble, a shadow, a dream! Sirs! if the whole earth whereupon we tread were turned into a lump of gold-it would not be able to purchase one minute of time!

Ah! as you love your precious souls-as you would be happy in life-and blessed in death, and glorious after death; don't spend any more of your precious time in drinking and gabbing, in carding, dicing, and dancing! Don't trifle away your time, because time is a talent that God will reckon with you for. Ah! you may reckon upon years, many years yet to come; when possibly you have not so many hours to live! It may be this night you will have your final summons-and then, in what a sad case will you be! Sirs! Time let slip-cannot be recalled!

Thomas Brooks