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Excuses

Contributed by MemeCaroline on Friday, 23rd November 2007 @ 09:38:53 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

Excuses

One day I asked the Lord in prayer, Oh, Lord, what can I do?
He said, My child Im glad you asked and soon Ill speak to you.

That night He came to me and said, I have a job thats fun!
They need a teacher for a class and I know youre the one.

But Lord, it would be twice a month and thats too much for me.
I want to help but I dont think Im a teacher, cant You see?

So many days went by before I heard from Him again.
He said the Nursery needed help and I was one to train.

But Lord, those babies scream so loud, I dont think thats my call.
And dirty diapers I cant stand, thats not for me at all.

A month went by before He spoke of something else to do.
He told me they could use my help on the Saturday cleaning crew.

But Lord, my Saturdays are so full and I must clean my house.
That day Ive set aside for just my children and my spouse.

A year went by before He spoke of a need that I could fill.
He wanted me to cook and clean for someone who was ill.

But Lord, I just dont have the time for I must work all day.
But one thing I can do for them is take the time to pray.

Then the Day of Judgment came and before the Lord I stood.
Now tell me Child, what you have done that you have thought so good.

Oh Lord, not much but the things You said, they really were so small.
I waited for the bigger things, but they never came at all.

The Lord, He spoke and chastised me for excuses, Im to blame.
In not doing all the little things, the big things never came.

And then He asked me where I would be if His only Son
Had made excuses not to die just as I had done.

And hearing this, I felt ashamed and hung my head and cried.
For I would not be standing here if Jesus had not died.

And so I hope youll do the things that God has called you to,
So when you stand before the Lord, Hell say well done to you.

Caroline T. Smith
Written on July 13, 1993
Submitted November 23, 2007

Copyright © MemeCaroline ... [ 2007-11-23 21:38:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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