Time Is Of The Essence- A poem by Grandma Anne

Lord, this life you have given me I surrender to Your will.

I ask that You come and enable me to be still.

To listen to Your voice and let You have Your way,

That I may encounter Your love each moment of the day.

You gave me life that I may breathe,

Your plans and Your purpose was so that You could weave,

All that I am to bring praise to Your name,

lifting You high and bringing You the fame.

What was it my Lord that made You love me so,

That You surrendered Your life so that I could grow,

Into that vessel You created me to be.

Could it be, that You wanted Your light to shine through me?

As I watch and I listen to Your great Fatherly love,

I sense You sending down Your blessings from above.

How can I hold back yielding my all to you,

Preventing You carrying out the things You want me to do.

Your great plan of redemption was to free mankind from sin

Restoring our lives so that others we could win,

Into a realm full of radiance and light,

Giving us what we needed to fight the good fight.

Time is of the essence the clock is ticking by,

One day very soon we will hear that final cry,

The window of opportunity will no longer be there,

For everything we have ever done will finally be laid bare.

You cry out to Your creation, please listen for My voice,

I am giving you the final chance to make your choice,

To submit and to surrender giving your all to Me,

That I may transform you for others to see.

Don’t let this opportunity I am giving pass you by,

There is a season for each one to live, and each one to die.

Make the most of every opportunity, live your life unto Me

I have given you My Spirit so you can be free.

My Spirit is the key to living the abundant life,

It is the key to banish all sin and strife,

For without My Spirit, not one is able to see

all that My Father intends them to be.

So harken My children I have much to bestow,

Unto a people who are eager to know,

All of My ways, My purposes,

and plans,

To those who will submit everything into my hands.

Poem. 26.1.2026.