Time

I stand before the massive clocks
Made of copper and gleaming bright
And as the clocks begin to chime
Their sides shine in the light
With a loud tick, a grinding sound
With a boom the hand slowly moves
And as I stand there I can see
The hand won't move when I choose
Surrounded by small clocks
And clocks that reach the floor
I'm surrounded by old-fashioned pieces
In a room without a door
The sunlight comes from somewhere
Softly into the room
That would, otherwise have been,
A ticking timeless tomb
And as I watch the face
Of an old clock on the wall
My eyes fix on the clock
And I begin to fall
I'm in a swirl of color
Of memories, of light
As the world is spinning
In fractures of day and night
Sound and music blur the air
Ribbons of color are free
And suddenly, as I stand there
I see my life before me
Each second is flying by
I see the choices I've made
The acts I've done throughout my life
In Technicolor display
When the whirling stops, I'm before the clocks again
And as I watch the second hand, I wonder what could have been
I know I can't change the past
But the future I've still to live
I offer up  a prayer
To Him who can forgive
My life was not made for temporary pleasure
Or my selfish gain
But, hallelujah!,  to enjoy Him forever
And bring glory to His name
As I left the watch store,
Through a new found door
I knew that He was with me
Had been and would be forever more
Life is important
And He's given me mine
So may I not waste a second
Of this ticking that's called Time