To call my own

Goodbye October, Pass-by November, Come December

Is it foolish to long for time to pause?
For time to slow down, for time to wait?
October's gone.

Years have gone, months fly by, days passing like a turn of a page.
Hours to minutes to seconds tick away.
November's here.

What have I done with time?
Did I use it wisely? Or let it go to waste?
It's mid-November.

Is there any use in regret?
In mourning after the lost hours? In the repetitions of the "I should have"s and "I shouldn't"s?
Soon, November's goes.

No. I desire, instead, good use of the time ahead.
Isn't there a time for everything? A season for something?
Here comes December.

God, use my time.
Let me celebrate You.

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

- Ecc 3:1-8