I was preparing some notes on “stewardship of time” and came across this poem.

Just a tiny little minute, Only sixty seconds in it, Forced upon me, can’t refuse it, Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it, But it’s up to me to use it, Give account if I abuse it. Just a tiny little minute, But eternity is in it. – Author Unknown

I sat there for a moment and wondered how much meaning it conveyed to me. May be the entire message on “stewardship of time” is in it.