Plenty of Time by Margaret E. Sangster

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 24, 1903

Plenty of Time

By Margaret E. Sangster

I HEAR you complaining, dearest, You have ever too much to do; Your temper is worn with trying To make old things look like new You sew for the little children, You mend for the rollicking boys, You were never a shirk, and you fret and work Till your life is shorn of joys.

If the day were longer, dearest! If you never need go to bed! But the time goes racing by you Till the hurrying week has sped; And your basket's overflowing, And your tasks are never done. Poor, weary friend, will they never end, Till the sleep of death is won?

It's time you are needing, dearest; Ah, yes! but there's time to spare If you'd let our Father carry One end of your load of care. If you'd tell him all your trouble, And ask from his tender hand The gift of his peace, your pain would cease; His way you would understand.

There is time for loving, dearest, If we take the time there is, And fill that up with sweetness, Whatever beyond we miss. Let the little frocks be plainer, Let the dust alone for a while; Let the good man see how blithe it can be,— His home, in your tender smile.

Get out in the sunshine, dearest, There is time for that be sure.— If you'll only let the flowers And the birds, your steps allure. Go out in the sunshine, dearest, And bring it back with you; Don't sit in the gloom, when his lilies bloom, And his bending skies are blue.

— Margaret E. Sangster.