Metronome

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Every passing day seems to be ticking like a clock

and you can never find your way and you can never ever stop

because you work and then you play and then you run and then you talk

and then you sleep until the morning when you have to go and walk

and though your house is so much cleaner than it’s ever, ever been

and though your little daily planner is in order once again

it seems that time has simply wiped away the person you had been

and you only realize it for a moment now and then

and then a bill is due the baby cries and people come to chat

and though it’s there beneath the surface you can’t seem to get it back

and you can never ever stop because today at 6 there’s track

and then at 8 o’clock this evening your day-planner says be back

so you can cook and you can clean and you can watch your favorite show

and you can walk the dog and water all the plants you want to grow

and yet inside your heart a voice is speaking softer than you know

until you stop…

and listen…

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You listen and wonder as memories show you the faith and direction the Lord’s always given you even in times when you tried not to notice Him there… He was watching.

You look at your planner and clear out a time when each morning and evening you’ll get on your knees and you’ll work out a schedule with help from above… for He’s listening.

You look at your planner and clear out a time when each day you’ll sit down and you’ll turn to the page where you left off on studying yesterday morning… His words will then show you the way.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Every passing day seems to be ticking like a clock

But you gratefully ponder the gifts of the Lord

The world just swirls around you and it never ever stops

But you pray in the light of the Gospel Restored

Your work and school and fam’ly say to always run not walk

But you know the effects of ignoring His words

Every passing day seems to be ticking like a clock

And you do all you can to be

In… but not of the world.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

We often make time for the mundane, the tedious, the superficial things in life and there is nothing left for the refinement of the soul. It is in making time each day to lift our eyes to Heaven that we realize our own eternal worth and the potential we have for good.