This monster restless, impatient and strong
Determinedly races and plunges along
Relentlessly sweeps along all in his path
Rushing and tumbling and speeding in wrath.
No trifling, no idling, no flirting does he
Onward and forward he strains at great speed
The stragglers are foolish, the lazy are wrong
Keep going; keep struggling and that with a song
I wearied in battle, I tried in strife
As hopelessly onward I dashed through this life
Until a respite there chanced to my lot
One greater I glimpsed, though not really I sought.
“The Master of Time –I” was His word to me.
“Time’s slave you have been, not so it should be.
Now sit down and rest,
Re-value your stance
I’ll show the way to use time for your chance”
“Time now is yours, to use as you choose.
Together we’ll walk, relax and refuse
To be pushed and cajoled into other men’s vice
But follow the Master’s clear plan for your life.”
Ah, refreshing, relaxing, so peaceful and calm
To trust Him and love Him and rest on His arm
The storms are still raging and time hurtles along
But smiling, contented, I live with His song.
—Henry P. Teigrob