To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under
the heaven: A time to be born, and
a time to die..... Ecclesiastes 3:1,2
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 to stand before the Lord,
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 I never found the time"
~ © K. J. Koshy ~
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