New Poetry by Marlies Robison

This may need more revising, but I wanted to share. I wrote this today.

The Working Clock

Tick tock the clock spins on.
I can sit and wonder where the time is gone
Or jump to my feet and make the time count.
I can run to the needy and help someone out.

I can give to the children my time and my love
Reminding them of Father above.
The clock still ticks for time won’t stand
And what have I done to reach out my hand?

I’ll waste not these minute whether many or few
The Lord always has enough work to do.
So what am I doing to extend His hand?
Am I working and planting and plowing His land?

We are ready to harvest this lush white field
And only the Lord knows what it will yield.
Away with the lounging and watching TV
For there’s souls to save if only you’ll see.

I’m off to work and I won’t slow down.
This work is needed all over this town.
In this country, this nation, this world too
There is plenty enough work for all to do.

When others are singing where’s the time gone
You and I will be singing a differing song.
The time has gone as I’ve hurried through
Only because I had plenty to do.

You’ll sit back and think of memories made
Never wondering what of the price you were paid.
Blessings will flow from Heaven above
Your life being filled with your Father’s great love.