IT’S ABOUT TIME
(Ecclesiastes 3)
There is a time for everything,
A season for every activity.
It’s part of God’s design,
Based on practicality.
There’s a time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and uproot.
God’s order of things cannot be changed;
In fact, the point is moot.
A time to kill and a time to be killed,
Not desired, but nonetheless true.
There’s a time to heal from hurts,
Emotional and physical too.
There’s a time to tear down and a time to build,
Or build and later tear down.
It’s an ongoing building cycle,
Within every city and town.
There’s a time to weep and a time to laugh
To mourn and even dance.
Whether we cry or rejoice,
Depends on the circumstance.
There’s a time to scatter stones,
Meaning people or things to spread.
Other times stones are gathered;
When the people by God are led.
There’s a time to embrace and a time to refrain;
It depends on who or what.
There are those who deserve a hug,
But one who tempts does not.
There’s a time to search and a time to give up,
Especially when searching among rubble.
Seeking the lost is an ongoing search,
But don't go looking for trouble.
There’s a time to keep and to throw away,
A time to tear and mend.
Give up what cannot be fixed,
But always keep a friend.
There’s a time to be silent and a time to speak;
And tho’ silence can be like gold,
When salvation is at stake,
It’s time to speak up and be bold.
There’s a time to love and a time to hate;
We should all hate what is evil.
Yet we love what we shouldn’t and shun the good,
And it brings our lives upheaval.
There’s a time for war and a time for peace,
And though the latter we seek,
War is sometimes necessary,
And the bold must protect the weak.
Time goes on as it passes away;
It flies or it seems to stand still.
We try our best to borrow it,
And time we claim to kill.
One day time will surely end;
A new heaven and earth will evolve.
The idea is a mystery,
That in heaven the Lord will solve.
Becky Wall
