Too Busy To Serve!

 

            Too busy!  Too busy!  Too often we say;
            I cannot leave my post to serve God today.
            I just don't have time --- the lost to seek;
            Later I'll serve:  call me next week.

            Business is booming and wages are good;
            I'd like to serve Jesus --- if I could.
            Call back tomorrow when friends are not here;
            I'll tell you what's better --- make that next year.

            I've got great plans for "church work" next year;
            So call me again when January gets here.
            "Oh, How I Love Jesus!"  That's what its all about;
            And I'm going to get busy when I'm "all straightened out!"

            Well, things are all settled --- He's "all straightened out!"
            The preacher speaks kindly to those gathered about.
            He's not too busy now to serve his God;
            But it's a little too late as they cover him with sod!

            And if he could speak, I'm sure he would say:
            "Get busy serving God --- don't even wait one day!"
            Yes, these words would be spoken to ears that won't hear;
            For already we're wasting another New Year.

            But you sit in silence and say with a sigh:
            "Why doesn't he know I'm not going to die?
            At least I'm not going to die for a good many years;
            So please don't try to fill me with fears.

            I don't have my children reared, and I'm paying for a home;
            So if you're talking to me --- then you are all wrong.
            Why I'm not even fifty:  I'm hardly half done living;
            Wait until I retire, then much time I'll be giving."

            Isn't it strange that even as I wrote these words?
            My wife called the office, and these words I heard:
            "Do you remember the friend of your sister, Lou?
            She just died in Nashville!  And she was only forty-two!"

                                                                            by:  Earl Gieseke
                                                                                    1-2-77

 

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