I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do,
Must hurry up and get to work, for bills would soon be due.
And so I said a hurried prayer, jumped up from off my knees,
My Christian duty now was done my soul could be at ease.
All through the day I had no time to speak a word of cheer,
No time to speak to those in need; they’d laugh at me, I feared.
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.
And when before the Lord I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
Within 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.’
Anon.
