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 knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My duty toward GOD 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 GOD 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”.
My Grandfather JD Felmet wrote this poem back in the 70s i have a original copy
amazing poem and true in so many ways. perfectly said i hope people take the hint
Words well spoken. It has been heard. There is no time better than now. For time is short and the end is near. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Back in the 50s my mistake