When I didn’t have time for God,
I didn’t have time to think before I spoke.
When I didn’t have time for God’s Word,
I didn’t know that my carbon actions-dated
to trampled feelings.
Someone else’s hurt.
I assumed my prayers were in a cataloging system: FILED “Unheard”.
When I didn’t have time for God,
I was running from myself.
I didn’t know my true identity
Could be found inside that dusty book
Underneath the shelf.
Every time I glimpsed “Holy Bible”
My spirit shrank in denial.
Until He came
and wrapped
His arms around me
and
Sshhh’d
My aching heart.
That time when I didn’t have time for Him
And my life was falling apart.
Now time for Him is not time enough.
Setting at the end of my day.
Eclipsing the middle of my thoughts.
Rising at the day’s start.
His Word is my horizon.
I sit captivated.
Now time with Him is not time enough.
If I sit still long enough,
I am almost certain I can hear the
Beat of His heart.
