Lord, I have time,
I have plenty of time,
All the time that you give me,
The years of my life,
The days of my life,
The hours of my days,
They are all mine,
Mine to fill quietly, calmly,
But to fill completely, up to the brim,
To offer them to you, that of their insipid water
You may make a rich wine
Such as you made once in Cana of Galilee.
I am not asking you tonight, Lord,
For time to do this and then that,
But for your grace to do conscientiously,
In the time that you give me,
What you want me to do.
Michael Quoist