The Tithe of Time

We count our coins with careful eyes,

Yet let the minutes slip—

Like water falling through our hands,

They vanish, drip by drip.

We guard our gold from theft and waste,

But spend our hours thin—

On fleeting noise, on empty screens,

While heaven waits within.

The clock keeps preaching silent truth:

Each tick a seed we sow—

To feed the flesh that fades to dust,

Or fruits eternal grow.

O soul, awake! Redeem the day,

The harvest time draws near.

Give God the first, the best, the whole—

Not crumbs, but heart sincere.

For where your minutes choose to dwell,

Your treasure follows fast—

And those who walk with Him each day

Will walk with Him at last.

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