Praying for TIME!

A George Michael classic, yet such a powerful tune that says it all!

George Michael was a Legend, his voice was unique, his talent for song writing was out of this world, and one of my all time favourites was prayijg for time, it really hits the point of how society, the difference between greed and need, most of all, it tells us that time is all we have here on this earth, The patient with terminal cancer is praying for time! The mother who sits beside her young baby’s crib, and doctors have told her, her babe is not going to make it, she is prayijg for time. Praying for another moment, another night to cradle her babe. The husband who has been told there is nothing more they can do for his wife, who is dependant on a life support machine, his eyes plead for mercy to the doctors on the room, ‘please, just a little more time so I can hold her hand.’

The hospital wards see more prayers than the church, and as i wotness yet another grieved parent, husband, wife, daughter, mother, sister, brother, granparent, kneeling beside the bed…I too say a little prayer with them, please lord.., just a little more time….

Time is what gives us life, and yet time is not timeless, its limited. Hereare the lyrics to the legendary song created by the Legend, George Michael…

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we’ll take our chances
‘Cause God’s stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God’s children
Crept out the back door
And it’s hard to love, there’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much, much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say, “What’s mine is mine and not yours”
I may have too much but I’ll take my chances
‘Cause God’s stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can’t come back
‘Cause he has no children to come back for
It’s hard to love, there’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

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