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Praying for Time

Updated on May 26, 2017
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Anan is an online blogger and private consultant since 2009 in the areas of relationships and interfaith spirituality.

Running out of time?

This song from George Michael was released in 1990. I remember being 13 years old when it was released. He refused to make a video and his album cover had no images. Now I know why.


It gives me goosebumps, because is a perfect reflection of today’s world. As you listen to the lyrics, it seams like times are just recycling the same desperation and sense of hopelessness.


I agree with the overall theme, it also makes me wonder, What can a person like me,I do to change the world ? My mind can't comprehend why, in 2014 the need is much greater than before?

The world seems to be falling apart, people are dying because of greed and intolerance. Values are so distorted that they put in danger peoples lives for something as trivial as skin color or sexual orientation.

As time goes by , one hopes that people would come to their senses and realize that we are all connected But as the song states, we are still too busy with trivial pursues.



"Praying For Time"

1991- 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
Because god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt 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 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
Because 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
Beacuse 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

Maybe we should be praying for time...

No one knows when or how we are going to die. Nevertheless if the world would last another hundred years. Where I come from there is a saying that goes, Don’t leave anything that can be done today, for tomorrow. The sense of urgency is great and the time is now.


We all have seen the commercials about the hungry children in Africa, the homeless kid from Central America, the family that lost everything in a fire a couple of counties over, but it always seams so far away and surreal. In the last ten years those situations have hit home, literally knocking at our door. Probably you are one of those that has gone through tough times lately.

Are you doing something?

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Yes, maybe is a good idea to pray for more time. More time to give. More time to change our perspectives when it comes to a united humanity. Some of us are still under the impression that what is going on with others , does not apply to us, it does. But , What can we do? Donate this , contribute to that? Volunteer more?

Indeed, the mere thought that, maybe there is something that we can do is overwhelming. The real question is; Are we trying to ignore those voices that tell us that we could do more? Hope not.

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      Shyron E Shenko 3 years ago from Texas

      Anan, this is a powerful article, and so true. I went to you Profile Page and I see so many of your articles that I must read. I am so glad I am following you.

      Thumbs up for this one, UAI and shared.

      Blessings and Hugs to you.

      Shyron

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      Harry 3 years ago from Sydney, Australia

      This is a beautiful song ..if Im not mistaken I think this song was on 'Faith' ... but I do understand the message here ..don't waste time ..its that simple I guess

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      Anan Celeste 5 years ago from California

      I feel that my hands are empty still. Sometimes I wonder if I have made any contribution to my fellow man. This keeps me alert and wanting to do more. Thanks for your vote. Blessings.

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      Anan Celeste 5 years ago from California

      I wish, with all my heart that when the time comes, and I am facing my own mortality I can feel the comfort of those that have given everything that they could to make this a better world to those that society have forgotten. Thanks my friend. Blessings.

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      Dianna Mendez 5 years ago

      Thanks for encouraging us to understand the purpose of our being. "Time is of the essence" and we should value the gift of being able to use it to help others.

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      mcals71 5 years ago

      Wonderful hub, and so very compelling. Yes, times in this world are forever recycling the same desperation and hopelessness, just as you said. Things today might not be all that different than they were during the times when St. Francis of Assisi wrote his famous prayer. Voted up and awesome.

      PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS

      Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

      Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

      where there is injury, pardon;

      where there is doubt, faith;

      where there is despair, hope;

      where there is darkness, light;

      and where there is sadness, joy.

      O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek

      to be consoled as to console;

      to be understood as to understand;

      to be loved as to love.

      For it is in giving that we receive;

      it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

      and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."