How can I make
A temple of my time
How does what I do
Give reason to my rhyme
A God,
A Lord,
Reigning seven days a week.
Not an afterthought
For the seventh.
May Him always I seek.
So as I rise
May He rise in me.
As I drive
May He drive through me.
May my food
Nourish the sinews
Of my body and spirit
May His word
Be what I feast on
May it
strengthen me whole.
As I stretch
May it be
A reach for His heart.
As I work
May it be for Him
Not for men.
As I rest
May it be with
Him as my reason
May this temple
Of time
Not cease by next season.
POET: Ruth Hodge