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SHARING TIME

Time is life.   Wasting time is destroying life.  If you had three months left to live, what would you do?  Most people don’t find the time to do the significant things  because they are busy  trying to make money.   Others waste time waiting for paid work, when there are so many things that could be done to improve the world that can be done without using money.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rich and powerful have conned everyone into believing that consuming their products, working for money and paying tax is the purpose of life, while they take more than their fair share of resources.   People sell their time (life) to serve this system, rather than choosing to do what’s most important and to help those most in need.   

 

We have discovered that if we give our time to work for love (for God) and to help others,  our basic needs are met and our lives are more meaningful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run
To catch up with the sun
But it's sinking

Racing around
To come up behind you again
The sun is the same
In a relative way
But you're older

Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way

The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken words...

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