High Time

O what peace we often forfeit, o what needless pain we bear . . .

What a Friend We Have in Jesus (Scriven/Converse)

This is the day, this is the hour

This is the minute, the moment

This is the breath

Ordained and supplied by God

Not to be overlooked, taken for granted or squandered

Saturated with the peace that passes all understanding, not traded away

In exchange for worries about days we may never be given

Or regrets for actions - or inaction - of the past

A day to breathe by the Holy Spirit we have received

Who welcomes us to the blessed, eternal, present tense

Of our Lord and Savior, the sovereign of the universe

Who is high and lifted up forever

“. . . now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is

our salvation nearer than when we believed.” (Romans 13:11)

(not THAT kind of bear!)