Time has come today

Young hearts can go their way

Can’t put it off another day

I don’t care what others say

They say we don’t listen anyway

Time has come today

(Hey)

Oh

The rules have changed today (Hey)

I have no place to stay (Hey)

I’m thinking about the subway (Hey)

My love has flown away (Hey)

My tears have come and gone (Hey)

Oh my Lord, I have to roam (Hey)

I have no home (Hey)

I have no home (Hey)

Now the time has come (Time)

There’s no place to run (Time)

I might get burned up by the sun (Time)

But I had my fun (Time)

I’ve been loved and put aside (Time)

I’ve been crushed by the tumbling tide (Time)

And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)

Now the time has come (Time)

There are things to realize (Time)

Time has come today (Time)

Time has come today (Time)

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time

Oh

Now the time has come (Time)

There’s no place to run (Time)

I might get burned up by the sun (Time)

But I had my fun (Time)

I’ve been loved and put aside (Time)

I’ve been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)

And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)

Now the time has come (Time)

There are things to realize (Time)

Time has come today (Time)

Time has come today (Time)

Time

Time

Time

Time

Wow! The song was from the Chambers Brothers, first played in 1967. I remember it well, but I did not think it was on a shelf so close to the front of my mind.

I’m in my Monday morning regular Bible Study and we are in t he gospel of John 12. Very interesting read and discussion, then the verse has Yeshua say, ‘The time has come…’, and I disappear from the conversation.

It was like the family dog that is trained to ear when the gate swings to lock or not lock. The gate is not locked and the dog hits it full force racing down the driveway.

I read that verse, ‘time has come…’, and suddenly it’s 1967, and I’m hitchhiking across the Nevada desert, or maybe Big Sur in the search for Hieronymus Bosch.

I’m still at the table, people are speaking, I’m nodding my head, but my thoughts are miles away in distance and almost 60 years in time.

How long will Pavlov’s dog drool to the bell?