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Post by Preacher Mike on Sept 4, 2007 8:06:41 GMT -5
THE POEM I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees. My Christian duty was now done My soul could rest at ease..... All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer No time to speak of Christ to friends, They'd laugh at me I'd fear. No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry, No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die. I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God! held a book; It was the book of life. God looked into his book and said "Your name I cannot find I once was going to write it down... But never found the time" BCS FIND THE TIME....Preacher Mike
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Post by Joan on Sept 4, 2007 8:56:31 GMT -5
Mike....................very nice poem! A good lesson to be learned "Find The Time"! Will remember that.
Thanks,
Joan
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Post by Fran Gyomory on Sept 4, 2007 9:32:23 GMT -5
Lovely and so real! Thanks.
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Post by Bobbi on Sept 4, 2007 11:27:47 GMT -5
Beautiful Mike, sounds like me running all the time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2007 14:57:41 GMT -5
Thanks Mike!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2007 19:08:23 GMT -5
Beautiful
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