Received this via e-mail today from a colleague. I’m generally not very big on forwarded e-mails, but the poem contained within was quite convicting. The title and author were not clear, so if you know where this originated, let me know… I’d like to give credit where it’s due.
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.”
I’m reminded of Peter when I read this. You know… the rock? The one who told Jesus, “Lord, I’ll follow you wherever… I’ll lay down my life for you”, yet within a matter of hours, denied Him three times?
We don’t necessarily verbally disavow ourselves of Jesus as Peter did, but how often do our lives reflect similar rejection? This poem hits home on that one.
So… won’t you share Christ with someone today?
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