Stopping on a Dime |
Wasted Space. Is there really such a place?
When I was younger running in life's race.
I'd hurry here and there from place to place.
Many times life's stop signs held me in my flow
With anger and frustration wasted space did seem to grow.
Wasted space can come while waiting for a friend.
Space is found within each day from start unto the end.
these times are a part of every bodies day.
Is it not one's outlook that determines one's own way?
If I waste these precious times, then so shall my life be.
those quiet precius moments that flow forever free.
Or could I fill these spaces with times to reflect
On life's trials and problems that I should not neglect?
Or take that space to brainstorm some other worthy goal
Or just to look around me at life's unending show.
Within life's fleeting race, few times are your own
When life's constant pressures leave us all alone.
I hope I will always strive to use each wasted space,
Or just relax and breathe deep, within each quiet place.
A wasted space or sacred place; it's up to me or you.
I'll strive to have good attitude in everything I do.
I believe each sacred moment's a gift from up above.
Do I owe the Father for all His precious love?
I'll do the best I can with all life's passing time.
And He will give me answers while stopping on a dime.
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