An Hour Away
I am given twenty and four hours a day
Some spent sleeping, some waking
Time invested in work, and at leisure
Some spent as giving time and some in taking
Yet He is here for me always
Really present in all hours of all my days
 
So what of my presence for He?
 
Oft times in my unfocused haste
I squander this time-gift given so free
For all my life-time is limited, but not He
Yet I act like all time is all about me
Not considering how I received it
From the One who made it to be
 
So what of my presence for He?
 
He asked us so clearly for yet one hour
One twenty fourth of my day
Yet I most times hold it tightly as my own
And often fritter it away this time
Instead of returning to the Giver a fraction
Of this daily gift that is not mine
 
So what of my presence for He?
 
An hour, an hour away
From all that blocks my view today
All that often pulls me astray
Is all He asks from me
For I am His creation
And He is my reason to be
                                                                                                AC072010