Are we redeeming the time?

Monday Message

The older we get, the faster it goes! Thanks for joining us for Monday’s Message with Abigail Rice and Trench Classes United. What a great poem about this taken-for-granted commodity, time! Are we redeeming the time?
 
Time
A pressure line
Not sure why
When I look up
It seems all gone
Wasted away
Filled with shame
 
As the days pass on
We long
and we wait
For better things
To just be happy
To feel okay
 
When all along
Our heart stays the same
There is no change
No big break
And we fade
 
In and out
In and out
In and out
 
Like a flickering light
Trying to hold on
To anything
 
Maybe we were too late
Maybe this is our fate
To fill our empty grave
With lust, desire, envy, and hate
 
But oh how I long to see those pearly gates!
So why can’t I walk straight?
Why does my path bend and break?
Making me stumble into deep darkness
My soul's black lake
As I drown until I dissipate
 
Too little
Too late
I didn’t step up to the plate
I fell
I sank
 
and here I am
Begging
Pleading for another chance
A clean slate
 
To make me new
To be like the seed that grew
In lush soil
A heart so loyal
 
But I sit and I wonder
Where did I go wrong?
How did I end up on these rocks?
Is this just a test?
Am I not giving it my best?
Lest I be anything other than a sorrowful mess
Even though
When I look around, I see that I am blessed
 
So the question begets
How do I untangle from this dark
Treacherous web?
 
Time is a funny
Fickle thing
But sometimes all God answers with is
Wait…
 
“The one on whom seed was sown on rocky ground, this is the one who hears the word and at once welcomes it with joy; yet he has no [substantial] root in himself, but is only temporary, and when pressure or persecution comes because of the word, immediately he stumbles and falls away [abandoning the One who is the source of salvation]. And the one on whom seed was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the worries and distractions of the world and the deceitfulness [the superficial pleasures and delight] of riches choke the word, and it yields no fruit. And the one on whom seed was sown on the good soil, this is the one who hears the word and understands and grasps it; he indeed bears fruit and yields, some a hundred times [as much as was sown], some sixty [times as much], and some thirty.”
Matthew 13:20-23

~Abigail Rice