This watch my father did on me bestow, <br />A golden one it is, but 'twill not go, <br />Unless it be at an uncertainty: <br />But as good none as one to tell a lie. <br />When 'tis high day my hand will stand at nine; <br />I think there's no man's watch so bad as mine. <br />Sometimes 'tis sullen, 'twill not go at all, <br />And yet 'twas never broke nor had a fall. <br /> <br />Watchmaker. <br /> <br />Your watch, though it be good, through want of skill <br />May fail to do according to your will. <br />Suppose the balance, wheels, and springs be good, <br />And all things else, unless you understood <br />To manage it, as watches ought to be, <br />Your watch will still be at uncertainty. <br />Come, tell me, do you keep it from the dust, <br />Yea, wind it also duly up you must? <br />Take heed, too, that you do not strain the spring; <br />You must be circumspect in every thing, <br />Or else your watch, were it as good again, <br />Would not with time and tide you entertain. <br /> <br />Comparison. <br /> <br />This boy an emblem is of a convert, <br />His watch of the work of grace within his heart, <br />The watchmaker is Jesus Christ our Lord, <br />His counsel, the directions of his Word; <br />Then convert, if thy heart be out of frame, <br />Of this watchmaker learn to mend the same. <br />Do not lay ope' thy heart to worldly dust, <br />Nor let thy graces over-grow with rust, <br />Be oft' renewed in the' spirit of thy mind, <br />Or else uncertain thou thy watch wilt find.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-and-watchmaker/
