No time for God, yet we've time for oursleves;
   Time to eat food that He puts on our shelves,
Time to breathe air that He gives for our lungs,
   Time to waste talk, yet He fashioned our tongues,
Time to go places, and time to do things,
   That little or nothing of recompense brings,
Time for the cumbersome duties of life,
   Time for amusement - and even for strife!
Time for all things, but the day may soon dawn
   When we'll wish we from selfish ambitions had drawn
To do the Lord's work, and more thankful to be
   That we live in God's world, in the land of the
         free!

The judgment will prove that the whiling of time
   Away for ourselves is a too-common crime,
If God took no time for His creatures, they'd die,
   Yet some of them laugh, but the most of them sigh!
Our God gave His Son as a sign of concern,
   Showing that love in His great heart did burn,
That He had the time for His great mind to think
   Of men in the gutters that the deeper would sink!
In lieu of this purpose of love we'd do well,
   To save time on earth that will tuant us in Hell,
Heaven won't have any roguish old grime
   Who lived for himself, but for God had no time!

       S. J. Gardner
       November 1973 "The Gospel Standard"